I No Longer Look Into Mirrors

I no longer look into mirrors.

I have no longing to see my reflection.
I know who I am,
who I truly am inside,
so why would I care to look,
just to see how others view me?
Why should I gaze at lies
and imperfection
and every little misconception
they have about me?

I no longer look into mirrors.

Because I hate the reflection
that looks back at me!
The girl, the other version of me,
who looks like me,
mimics my every movement,
but IS NOT ME!
She is all that they want
me to be.
All that I am not!
I know her, the reflection,
I know her!
And yet they cannot see
the difference.
Perhaps they cannot even see me.

I no longer look into mirrors.

She is a perfect imposter.
She walks aaround with
my clothes,
my possessions,
my name,
my body,
everything that belongs to me
EXCEPT
my soul.
That is what makes us different!
That is what seperates her
from me!
I have a soul.

I no longer look into mirrors.

She is perfect.
She is everyone's friend.
She is smart and pretty.
She is adored and loved.
But she is empty.
She is what everyone wants.
And she is empty.
She is what the world has made her.
She belongs to them.
She does not know her true self.
She doesn't have a 'self'!
She isn't real.
But I am!
I am real! I am me, myself.
But they don't know that.
Why can't they see?
Will they ever?

I no longer look into mirrors.