My hands are placed on the sides of the sink, looking in the mirror to think.

But every time I look I see the beast within me come out to say, "you're not good enough, you're not worth it, you've no right to stay."

I watch the sink shake and my eyes turn like a snake, as I slither into the room full of darkness.

It's just me, a mirror, and a sink... And the beast that will make me think.

"You're not strong enough, you're not like the others, how could someone love you? You look like a baby giraffe just learning to walk, you're voice sounds like an eagle trying to squawk, this is the reason you've only got those two.

Because you're a circus freak with your hairy arms and your twig like features, I'm surprised no one's identified all the bones in your body by science teachers, but yet you don't eat because you get scared that if you eat you'll feel sick because of those stomach pains that make you even more of a stick.

Have you seen you're teeth? You look like a beast that hasn't eaten in weeks. Your fingers are like claws off a bird and are longer than someone who's in third. You used to be able to run but now you're so out of shape because you decide to eat that cake and you never commit yet you want to stay fit, no abs, no muscles yet your arms look like a man's and do we have to go back to your hands?

Your hair is like a lions, no not even tamed in a zoo. You can't talk to people so easy like those girls on a cue. You cry yourself to sleep because you're selfish and you care what people think and it's hellish. Don't you remember those days before school, when without any makeup you thought you were cool?

I guess that now it's a good thing you realize because how else are we suppose to bring tears to those droopy eyes? You panic and jump at every little thing because you're weak and try to be so small when will you realize that you are so tall? You say you'll be fine and you don't have anything on your mind, but you have me in your brain without you having to say my name.

And didn't I say before you aren't good enough, because that moment when you're eyes hit the floor it's looking at them...

I'm here to tell you that you have no chance, it's all just pity, they didn't even want to dance. How could you be so selfish as to let me make you think that way? Oh that's right, because you have nothing left to say. You're so insecure when you're with them, but can't you see that they will love every imperfection? No, because I'm here to tell you that it's not true and I'll stay here until you're, not red, pure blue.

You can't fix anything so stop trying, because you're not allowed when you feel like dying."

And now the darkness reaches and leaks through the creaks into my brain—help me, I think I'm going insane.

All these thoughts are far more clearer as I keep trying to step away from the mirror..