Poem: Wrong View, Right Mirror

My mirror has lied to me.

It said I was beautiful.

How can that be?

My eyes are deceiving the person that I want to be.

The hurt that I feel as I walk into a room and speak not a sound.

Everything I see makes me scared to even look.

Not having a friend to give me a boost, but one to push it down even further.

The thoughts that run in my head, are leading to me wanting this to end.

I know I cannot let them win, but how much can I take to stay within.

The words are scrambling like the person I think I can be.

I guess I need to find something else to say, or just look away.