Mirror On the Wall

Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the most mentally flawed of them all? That title belongs to me The thing is, I no longer care when they judge what's wrong with me Bullied, made fun of and ridiculed Forgotten, abandoned and made to feel invisible Pain, torture, and conflict, my life's been difficult Poetry uplifted me from being miserable Depression, bipolar and anxiety Heartbreak, flawed views, thinking suicidally I put it all in my poetry, I don't care for privacy I should be ashamed, but that's not a side of me Pouring a brandy as I pour my soul on the page Bleeding from the pen, I began to enjoy being lost in the maze I held anger close, I fell in love with pain I hate the sunshine, I love the rain Myself, depression, bipolar and anxiety were the complete circle But I need to leave them in order to beat hurdles Realised I had to cut my side chicks off to find the one You can't just buy a new clock when your time is done Self-harm scars covered with tattoos, I'm 6 years free Talk to myself, because when I asked for help, no one could hear me Or they did and chose to ignore I'll find a way to complete the picture, even though they broke the jigsaw Mirror, mirror on the wall I embrace being the most mentally flawed of them all I know that title belongs to me I love everything that's wrong with me