Reflections

I see the reflection in the mirror

Morning after morning

Night after night

Seeing something I don't want to believe

I wish I could be different

A self betters then my own

Wishing that seeing was believing

And that I could believe myself better than I am.

So many wicked thoughts racing though my head.

Powerless above them.

They take over my life with the image to be better than what it is now

Sometimes I think I can change it.

With a simple change in my life or with my beauty

Maybe my fairy godmother can come down and change it with her magic wand.

Yea right!

Coming from the inside out.

Someday it might change

But till then I will have

To remain the same, different.

Then everyone else.