As I stand in front of this mirror
I’m almost afraid of what I see
This is a stranger in front of me
Whoever could this be
She has my favorite shirt on
She’s wearing my blue and gold suit
That’s quite a smart hairstyle she’s wearing
But that hairstyle just won’t do
She’s turning around in circles
And I can’t see the other side
I look to the left and I look to the right, but
She can’t get that flip just right
I don’t know who this person
I don’t recognize this face
I don’t know if I like this person
I think she’s such a fake
I’m looking in the mirror now & see this person is I
I’m seeing myself for who I am & thinking “Oh me, Oh My”
I’m working towards this goal called perfection
I’m trying my very best
To make the strides, changes, and demands that everyone else thinks are best
They think they know me
They want to change me
They don’t see the me inside
They see this woman in the mirror and think she all that abides
The reflection I see is more than I think and more than others will know
The reflection of me is more than just me, it’s who I want to be
Is it true
Is it false
Is it a funny mirror
The kind that transform as you move and the light changes around you
What is the lie
What is the farce
What is the true travesty
I sometimes rely on what’s in the mirror instead of what’s inside me
by Lady V
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