Toxicity

What do you see when you look in the mirror? I know what I see.

I see an ugly girl, staring emptily back at me.

“Why do you always complain?”
I don’t mean to sound vain,
I’m in a world of pain.

But if I say something, others will look down, shut me down.

“Everyone’s pretty!”
That’s what we’re all told. That doesn’t stop the thoughts, that doesn’t stop the tears, that doesn’t stop the self-hate.

Lucifer might as well be standing at the gate. Will I ever feel good enough?

Will the TikTok comments stop being so rough?

“I guess we’ll never know.”