The girl in the mirror always wanting to differ.
Wanting to be slim , not wanting to suffer.
But that girl in the mirror, is not really me.
She is of my imagination, what I believe I see.
A distorted vision, always a lie,
Never the truth, but still I cry.
Wanting to be skinnier and smaller,
Striving to be prettier and taller.
The brain is deceitful and plays tricks on me.
It tells me who I should want to be.
The girl in the mirror is sad and looks strange,
And I know that this is what I would change.