Looking at hear reflection
She doesnt like what she sees
She hates her pale complextion
She looks like she's diseased
One look in the mirror, she starts to cry
What she sees staring back at her is sickly looking and bloodstained
After seeing that image she only wants to die
It makes her heart disgusted and so pained
She takes her blade and holds int tightly in her hand
Making sure not to lose her grip
She looks in the mirror, tells herself she is so ugly
and drags the blade across her hip
She keeps praying that one day she will wake and she will look different
But she always looks the same
She feels like giving up
Feels that there is nothing left to gain
However she cant do that
She is too afraid
She will continue to hurt herself and hope to die
As she has always prayed
darkness may be deemed evil
but it's prettier than most think
All one has to do is lift up the bloody veil
And see the wonders that will make their heads spin
Know you're better than the rest
And put everyone's taunts to the test
You were given your looks for a reason
Consider them a blessing instead of treason
The world may hate you
But there'll be at least one person out there
Who will see you just as you would love them to
And then you'll be glad you didn't quit
chin up, horns up, and keep the music in your earhole to help... don't ever be ashamed of who you are