Mirror, Mirror on the wall.

As I walk these hallways,
I see mirrors of present and past.
Some are shattered along with the shards embedded into my skin.
The blood slowly drips down but my face is cold.
They made fun of me in junior high, They loved my bestest friend.
They slammed me against the lockers and I swear the bruises are still there.
They pulled my hair and laughed in my face.
Jealous is a bitch, but of course she's always behind me.
Ever since 7th grade.
I tried my hardest and still got shot down,
What was I looking for? Where was it?
Crash! There goes another mirror of a happy fourteen year old.
Does she mean anything to anyone? Well that my friends she doesn't know.
Need help with a relationship? You always come to me even when I don't know what the fuck is going on.
Love someone? They always come to me.
Need advice with friends? Come on damnit.
Am I that is needed? A advice buddy?!
Oh well damn, there goes another mirror.
She's beautiful and slender but your disgusting and fat.
Fuck you then, I wasn't meant for love.
I'm the Phantom of the Opera, reaching for the sun where it cannot be held.
Begging for love when I know it's never happening.
Now most of my hand is getting to be nothing but bloody shards..
Still I wanna know one thing....

Why can't I be treasured like a pearl when in your eyes you see the Hope Diamond....?