They say that a mirror can never lie. Sometimes I wish that mine would try. I look in the glass, and I hate what I see. For I see only the shell of what used to be.

I've let fear control my life for so long I don't remember how it feels to be strong. My spirit is breaking a little more each day I want it to end, to just fade away.

Day after day, I'm stuck in this hell All that I want is to finally be well. I look in their eyes, their pitying stares; But this is a burden no one can share.

How can I show them how bad I feel When no one but me can know that it's real? When asked how I feel, I lie and say "Good." Because I've met few in my life who've truly understood.

But I guess that honesty is my mirror's best trait. It shows me who I am now, but it can't decide my fate. This body I have is highly temperamental But I find hope in the knowledge that it's only a rental.