I look into the mirror, ashamed of what I see. <br />I'm looking at the face of someone I don't want to be. <br /> <br />I stare into the glass and I have this continuous urge to break it. <br />I don't like what I see in there, but for now I guess I'll fake it. <br /> <br />It looks like I've been losing weight, (Yeah right, I'm way too fat) . <br />It looks like I am prettier, (Oh, don't get me started on that) . <br /> <br />I've gotten a little bit taller, (Whatever, I think I'm shrinking) . <br />My stomach's a little bit smaller, (Yea, but only when I'm not breathing) <br /> <br />I think I'm getting a figure, (Ha, I'm not even growning) . <br />I think I've lost my baby fat, (No, it's there, it's just not showing) . <br /> <br />I've noticed I've been smiling, (But that doesn't mean it's real) <br />Oh, look, my hair is longer, (Whatever, no big deal) . <br /> <br />For all the things I notice, I see something that is wrong. <br />I dont like the things I see, I don't like who I've become. <br />And everytime I find something that I think I like, <br />The cycle starts all over, So I dont bother to try.<br /><br />Crystal Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-don-t-bother/
