THAT OLD MORROR
That old mirror on the wall
Calls me dirty names.
âFAT
UGLY
DUMB.â
They all effect me the same.
The vomit in the toilet,
The perfume on my neck.
Hide the smell of liquor.
Nobody gives a shit.
âBigger boobs are better.â
âOh my god sheâs so fat.â
âDamn shes anorexic , needs more fat on her back.â
âGod thatâs to much makeup.â
âYou could really use some blush.â
Damn that old mirror was right. Iâll never be enough.













