Behind My Eyes.

mirror mirror on the wall.

i've been comparing myself to everyone again.

i look in the mirror and i find something new to not like about myself.

there's more flab on my stomach today than there was yesterday and jeez has my nose always been this wide?

everyone i know is better looking than me.

i think i'm never going to like what i see staring back at me.

i think i'll always be stuck in this gray space.

it's the only thing i've ever truly known.

it's almost comforting here.

nobody knows you like your own mind!

i've started bottling things up again too because i can't stand having someone worry about me.

things are bad again and it's only a matter of time before i fall off the delicate cliff i've found myself on.

i have one good day and then by nightfall, it's gone.

maybe i just don't deserve good days?

maybe it's karma for something i haven't figured out or something i did in a past life?

i think it's a little messed up how sometimes i can feel okay about myself and then someone can take a picture of me and suddenly i feel a hundred pounds heavier than i am.

maybe if i stop taking pictures of myself and i don't look in the mirror often i won't have this problem?

that shouldn't be too hard, right?

maybe then i could stop comparing myself to them because i won't even know what i look like.