Hey all! SwordandPen here! This is a poem I wrote when I was in a really, REALLY bad mood. Later on I realized it could be applied to Speak. Please read and review. Any criticism is welcome.

Gazing into a mirror

With the kind of morbid fascination,

Where you want it to hurt,

But aren't brave enough to take up a knife

Dead brown eyes look back

Resting above sallow purple crescents

And below,

Raw, ripped lips hide her shame

They say it's superficial,

But how can it be,

When beauty so often paves the way?

Please Review!!!