Mirrors

I don't like the mirrors, hate the face I see Don't want to even bother thinking that it's me I see a flawed body, try to keep my eyes closed I try not to notice what I don't want to know Surrounded by others much easier on the eyes I keep the smile pasted so I don't feel my own cries Does anyone really know me, or only think they do Have I really failed to notice if I even want them to Sometimes I tend to think, why do I even bother Continuing with this life, or thinking of tomorrow Trying to pretend I don't feel what I feel Scared I'm going to break, that I'm not even real I've been thinking that it's over, this is where it'll finally end There's not much left to offer, too tired to pretend If someone had ever told me, it hurt too much to care If I'd never loved another, today that'd put me where No memories of ever hurting or crying No memories of loved ones living, then dying I was wondering if tomorrow I died, Would anyone notice, or care or cry Because the emptiness is getting deeper, no matter who's around No one even sees it, even knows I'm down So why am I like this, when did I break My past seems to haunt me, a feeling I can't shake So if I could change anything, what would it be I could say simply, everything. Julie Stephenson