Ana/Mia

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Will you be there as I fall?
Or will you turn your back on me,
Completely broken for all to see.
It's like screaming in a crowded street,
With no-one left to hear,
Waking up and realizing,
That you're drowning in your fear.
Fear is but a metaphor,
For all the things inside your mind,
Yet it never fails to reminisce,
The things you left behind.
Holding conversations with the mirror, 
Failing yet again.
Ana talks and Mia listens, 
But they're my only friends.
Fingers sinking down my throat,
For the third time today.
Was there life before this monster?
That I'm too scared to disobey.
What would people say,
If they could read my mind?
Would they feel some sorrow,
Or would they run and hide?
Would they be filled with disgust,
Repulsed at what I do?
The thought of such behavior,
Every hour or every two?
I'm still not broken yet,
So please don't try to fix me.
I can't loose my friends just yet,
So please, just leave me be.