Mirrors

I hate mirrors
The girl who looks back at me,
I hate her most of all.
She’s short and scrawny
She has stretch marks carved all over
Growing everyday like roots to a weed
Her eyes are sunken in and sad
I hate everything about her
She’s small and pathetic
Not a backbone to her morphed figure
The footmarks of everyone from her past
Tread all over her body and face
Every single one a reminder of all her failures
Her scars row upon row down her wrists
Every time she was told to hold it in
Every time she was told she did not matter
This girl has this  fat on her
The oversized flesh that does not belong
Her muffin top
Her thunder thighs
Shaking with every slight movement
I watch her breakdown 
Trying so hard
Striving for the perfection she can never achieve
Starving for days and weeks
Crying over every bite of food she had to decline
Every time she hunched over puking
It’s never enough for this girl
The mirror is a gateway to this girl
This girl that I hate
This girl who always has mascara running down her face
The path her tears took
From her red eyes to her chin
The mirror is a reminder of the perfection I could never achieve
The perfection I fail everyday
It’s a reminder of the past I cannot seem to shake
I hate mirrors