Reflection Of a Girl

I hate the girl in the mirror

So You’ll never hear me say I’m good enough 

And I know in my heart that the numbers on the scale defines myself worth

I hide behind locked bathroom doors 

With the water running to 

Drown out the sound 

Of me throwing up my previous meal 

Stop telling me how pretty I am 

Stop telling me how unique I am 

Pretty girls don't stand alone at parties 

Pretty girls don't look in the mirror and cry