In the mirror I stare
Feeling sarrow and dispare
Hating the things I wear
And the way I do my hair
Wishing for more to be there
Looking extremely bare
Giving an ugly glare
Treating myself unfair
Which happens not to be rare
It's worse then truth or dare
Honestly not wanting to care
My thoughts tare
Inside there's nothing there
Just a doll in a chair
Who hasn't a single pair
Of the things take it elsewhere
