Who can that be
Staring straight back at me
Eyes so dull
And hair quite limp
She doesn’t look fed
She looks tired
And needs to go to bed
She doesn’t look happy
But not quite sad
Emotionless
Never getting mad
People say rude and mean things
She never talks back
She’s never rude back
She doesn’t cry
Although her self esteem
Is not super high
Who is this girl
With no life at all
She’s living in a world
That’s no world at all
To everyone else
She’s so small
She doesn’t speak up
Nor does she respond
She’s a dull lifeless robot
And has formed
With no one
Any special bonds
Who is this girl
Staring back at me
Who can it be
Why when I look closer
I start to realize
That sad hopeless
Girl is me
Staring into a mirror
Back at pathetic old me