The Girl in the Mirror

I am the boy who wakes up every morning,

Only to see the girl in the mirror mocking him.

Her round face.

Her curves.

Her breasts.

All knives thrown at me,

Trying to break my bones.

I am the boy who dreams of death,

Just because of that girl.

She wraps her hands around neck,

Throws me onto the floor.

But as I breath my final breath,

I smile,

Knowing I finally got,

What I asked for.