You wake with her in the mornings, you go to bed with her at night.
Through you she sees her imperfections, feeding her insecurities of weight, complexion and height.
You see her at her best,
you're with her at her worst.
Her opinion always comes second, because yours always comes first.
She checks for your approval, every night before a date.
Spending hours in front of you, running occasionally late.
You tell her how beautiful she is,
even though she thinks it's not true.
Listening to her insecurities, instead of listening to you.
I wish I could be where you are, and see her as you do.
Mirror that adorns her wall,
Oh how I envy you.
