I wish my mirror could talk to me

And tell me to stop thinking of silly things

To stop pinching my sides

And rubbing my eyes

Picking at my face

Making sure my teeth are straight

And white

Because I'm judged by my smile, right?

I wish it would tell me

That not everyone sees

All my insecurities

In fact, they probably aren't aware

In fact, they probably don't care

I wish my mirror could talk to me

And tell me what my favorite people must think

When they see that I'm quiet

And constantly hiding

Someone once told me that I have to stop being silent

Apparently it scares people away

I can't help that I'm shy

But I'm judged by my lack of words, aren't I?

I wish it would tell me

That I don't need to be perfect

Because nobody is

In fact, we are all so far from it

In fact, nothing was to begin with

I wish my mirror could talk to me

And criticize my views of myself

The ones I cling onto

That probably aren't true

Those that put me in a light I'm not used to

Yes, I do think I'm cool

Though I don't know if it's how I act

But I'm judged only on how I live.. fact?

I wish it would tell me

To stop worrying all the time

If there's any truth left in my lies

In fact, I can't even tell anymore

In fact, I should just break my damn mirror.