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I look in the mirror for answers
Only to find that I am afraid of the truth
I hate who I am, what I look like and how I think
What is it I expect to see, every time I look at me?
A beautiful goddess yeah right,  maybe someone not so bad
Instead I see the truth the freak I truly am.
I try to avoid myself at all cost
But for some stupid reason I cannot
The mirror possess me calls me haunts me

Where is my strength my courage?
The faith I know I have.
Where is that power God
Has given me to love me for who I am
I know his up in heaven feelin pretty sad
I guess I failed the test in life, the one he had in store
What’s wrong with me, why would I close that door?
Why is it I let evil over power my own good
I know I should just walk away
Stop thinking about myself today.

My thoughts and my emotions
Is what I fear the most?
Just when I think I’ll make it back
The devil grabs me by my toes.
I have no place to hide, he knows just where I’ll go
He meets me at the mirror where he knows I’ll loose control
He knows that is my weakest point he will not set me free
He likes the hate I feel inside the one saved just for me.
That hatred that consumes me he loves this new disease
he loves to see me begging he loves to see me
On my knees.
I will fight the best I can
To stop B.D.D.
Because this is not what I want in life
Maybe this is my test, maybe I should
Rise above and let god to the rest.

By Angel C.