For some people,
Glancing into the mirror,
Is a daily chore,
But the kind of chore,
You actually adore.
To make sure your hair is in place,
And your stomach isn't sticking out,
To pretend that the makeup on your face
is all perfect.
But for me,
Glancing into the mirror
Is the kind of chore,
You do constantly,
And each time,
Your self-esteem drops once more.
I can't help but feel that I must look at myself,
For what if my face is a mess,
And my body looks fat,
I would never walk around looking like that.
Sadly, it seems like whatever I do,
Is never good enough for me,
And this little game I play with my mirror,
Is actually my perspective,
on my life.
