I look into the mirror, ashamed of what I see.
I'm looking at the face of someone I don't want to be.
I stare into the glass and I have this continuous urge to break it.
I don't like what I see in there, but for now I guess I'll fake it.
It looks like I've been losing weight, (Yeah right, I'm way too fat) .
It looks like I am prettier, (Oh, don't get me started on that) .
I've gotten a little bit taller, (Whatever, I think I'm shrinking) .
My stomach's a little bit smaller, (Yea, but only when I'm not breathing)
I think I'm getting a figure, (Ha, I'm not even growning) .
I think I've lost my baby fat, (No, it's there, it's just not showing) .
I've noticed I've been smiling, (But that doesn't mean it's real)
Oh, look, my hair is longer, (Whatever, no big deal) .
For all the things I notice, I see something that is wrong.
I dont like the things I see, I don't like who I've become.
And everytime I find something that I think I like,
The cycle starts all over, So I dont bother to try.
Crystal Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-don-t-bother/
