She

sense of self worth

Looking pensive and confused,
Hurt and used,
Unwanted, left on the shelf,
Loathed, especially by herself

Her reflection shows what nobody else can see,
Anyone you'd rather be?
She turns away,
Why won't that voice go away?

Left, abandoned to where she was lead,
Why must you continue to fuck with her head,
Just another problem on her list,
She'd rather be dead, than simply just exist