Just a poem to describe what I thought I looked like after 6th and 7th grade.

Who is that girl?

The one in the mirror

With empty blue eyes

And a cold, dark smile?

Surely, that can't be me?

Face pale and drawn

And shadows under the eyes

Like sleep has been absent for quite a while.

Who is that girl?

The one in the window's reflection

With dull, red hair

And emotions that don't persist?

That can't be me.

Eyes hollow and shallow

And expression a mask

Like emotions don't exist.

Who is that girl?

The one that looks like me

With sickly, pale skin

And a long, skinny body?

Is that me?

That girl in the mirror?

It isn't me at all.

Is it?