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?