i look in the mirror
and i hate the girl that
looks back at meher stomach is too wide
her hair is too greasy
the circles under her eyes
are as dark as the thoughts
she's holding deep inside
but she's red in the cheeks
burnt and blisteredi feel sick just looking at her
her soul's just as rotten as her face
sad and angry and scared
and she pushes away all those that love her
because she's too scared to be
burned again by the sun
the one that used to warm heron the bad days
i roll myself out of bed
despite the voices screaming
that i don't deserve to
and i put on sunblock
and watch myself grow white
with sickness