"Mirror" pt 1

When i wake up, I look in the mirror, all one way. I dont see whats different From any other day. There’s scars on my face, And bumps and oils. I picked at this place,  and right there I pulled. My hair is straight, I go and leave. Glad that i am able, Do not see me. The day goes by,  I get more confident, I try to find places, Where I wont look different. Nightfall, I dread this time a bit. Whenever i see myself, I just want to spit. It's midnight.  Noone is awake. To hear my cries, To feel my hate. This mirror is evil, It hurts you the most. It highlights your acne and doubles your bloat. It take all confidence  and crushes it into a powder It has this sick, Twisted, magical power. I crumble beneath my reflection. What is wrong with me? I cry and whisper, I scratch till I bleed.