The Pain in the Mirror

When I was little I looked in the mirror

In the mirror I was holding a teddy bear

In the mirror I smiled brightly

This was when I was five

When I was a bit older I looked in the mirror

The teddy bear long gone

Now I was holding a soda in hand

Looking back in disgust of myself

That was when I was seven

A couple years later the soda was replaced

The mirror was new

I was standing on a scale

Measuring the weight I had to lose

To be societies "perfect"

That was when I was ten

When I was twelve the scale was still there

But instead of smiles I had tears

The blood ran down my naked thighs

Draining from my body

I was hurting too much for my age

When I was thirteen I stood in the mirror

Remember that soda I was holding

Replaced by alcohol or an empty bottle

Drank to the last drop

Razor still in hand, naked thighs filled with scars

Sixteen years old looking in the mirror

Paper thin and falling apart

You can barely see her anymore

She cries in the mirror at the sight of the pain

The sight of the anorexic cutter

Sixteen years old and wanting to die no one saw it coming

Not even a couple months later there's no one standing in the mirror

The anorexia took over and made her insane

The cutting because overwhelming

The pills took her down the third time around

Now there's no one left in the mirror