The truth is laying there if you know where to look
Glimpses seen in the mirror when you brush your hair
Of what you once was, before all the sadness and hate
Before you decided the best way to deal with things was not to.
A bag of chips, a bowl of ice cream, 2 or 3 candy bars
That's all you need to make the pain fade, for a time at least
It never truly goes, though. The loathing just changes.
Changes to yourself instead of others. To what you could've been but now can't imagine.
Avoiding mirrors is the thing now. Never have to catch that glimmer of a past, happy life.
There is comfort in the misery, a knowing, a sameness.
Unlike the happiness, misery will always be around. After all, it does love company.