I look into the mirror,
Don't like of what I see,
It helped that I remembered,
I never have liked me.

I hide behind a smile,
with nothing much to stare,
feel used; objectified,
for little that I care.

I look into the mirror,
feel like a useless stain,
still on an endless road,
of doubt and fear and pain.

It never seems to matter,
It never seems to cease,
yet all I really want,
is just a little peace.

I look into the mirror,
I wish that I could see,
The light at end of tunnel,
The simple end of me.

Apologies if this is too disturbing...