There are cutters and starvers,
Weepers and screamers too
All are different except for one thing
They all feel loathing and anger
But not for another
Instead for themselves

They want to break their mirrors and hide
But they can't because they have a part to play
They plaster on a smile
And pray that it'll seem true
Because even though they are loved
It doesn't shine through

They go through make-up to hide the scars
And baggy clothes for the bones
When called beautiful they get annoyed
Because they...