A Thin Crack of a Girl

When I look in the mirror I see me. 

I see all I want to be.

When she looks in the mirror she wants to see me.

She's a thin crack of a girl

She's been used and abused by the world

So she hurls.

I see her tourture her food into paste,

Maybe only absorbing the taste,

Then tossing it in the waste.

But that thin crack of a girl is

Broken.

Cracking and with a scream is

Woken.

How can a thin crack of a girl 

Hold so much pain, and hatred of self?

But not much else.