Beautifully Broken

Beauty shown in a mirror, A reflection of my torn up body
Never satisfied with what I see, Comparing to everything I’m not
Can't think of what I’m trying to accomplish, There will never be a perfect reflection to my own eyes
Clothing, make-up, charm and vodka help me to think I’m someone else
Tainted images are all I see when I'm intoxicated
A forged body and life is what I have created out my disaster
Forgotten by the world, unknown to myself no words left to speak I lost my voice along with my identity
What made this such a waste is that I have learned to become disappointed in everything I become and do
A perfect smile always looks crooked
A frozen frame picture made to look innocent yet always finding flaws
I see the world as my own grave yard , picking my burial spot to finish what I have started
A fake image that I continue to create with my constant lies about who I am