Mirror

When I look in the Mirror, I don't like what I see.
I hate to look in the Mirror, because I know it's not me.

When will my reflection show who I am inside?
I don't want to do this anymore, I'm tired of trying to hide how I feel.

My secret is.. I'm in pain.
Sometimes I lock myself in the bathroom,
and let it come out in bloody little drops of rain.

I'm shamed of what I do, but I just can't stop.
It keeps me from feeling like I need to drop dead.

In the Mirror, I see only a mask..
I'm trying to hide myself from your wrath.

You don't understand, because you don't want to.
You block me out, like a bad sound.

I punched the Mirror, and the shards were on the ground.
When I tried to leave, they cut me up and made me bleed.

Do you see what is happening to me?
Do you see how much I'm destroyed?

Stop. Don't try..
I don't want to be put back together.
Because the broken pieces,
are pieces of me too small to matter.

Please..
Don't make me look in the Mirror again,
it'll only make me shatter.