Looking in the mirror, not recognising me, but seeing some stranger.
Who is this, looking back at me? Did I really change that much?
This face of a grown up, happy girl, this can’t be me..
Then the mirror shatters, leaving me behind with nothing but broken glass
Just an illusion.. little pieces of an unknown face.
But somehow, all these pieces seem to add up, become this girl I used to know.
Become the me I used to know, used to hate.
I scream, cry, go out of my mind.
Not this again, I have enough of this girl, her thought, everything about her.
She’s getting to me.. I feel depressed, hating this mirror, hating this image, hating myself
Can’t do this anymore. Don’t want to feel like this again. I need help.. somebody.. please.. find me again.. help me to find myself..
So I can look at this mirror and laugh, laugh at a face I know, laugh at a face I love, laughing at me, laughing at my mirror.