Girl in the Mirror

In my mind I’m a worthless creature

An ordinary soul with ordinary ways

And I wish I could be you, be her

Shred this insignificant identity of muted gray

 

Flyaway hair framing stunning face

With confidence, intelligence, effortless grace

My yearning, my beautiful trap of self-hate

Like quicksand, dragging me down in this maze

 

Sometimes I wonder

Who’s that girl in the mirror?

With her thick black hair and almond eyes

Her ever-ready smiling mouth

And it gets me wondering

Why can’t I learn to like her?

The End

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