I looked in the mirror,
I cried about how life wasn't getting any bit clearer,
I said that I was fine,
I couldn't say it without a whine,
I pressed my hand on the mirrors glass,
I wanted to die not slow but, fast,
I put on this fake old mask,
I put on the fake old smile,
I thought I could pretend for a while,
I just bursted out with tears,
I couldn't hold in all these great big fears,
I took a breath and asked my self "Am I Fine?"
I wasn't because I wouldn't be crying in the bathroom of mine.