She’s looking at me

The poor ugly thing

The pitiful broken machine

Lost in the tangles of wild hair

Why is she looking at me that way?

As though she’s disgusted.

When she is the hideous one.

She is the one who bites her nails until they bleed

Who doesn’t fit into anything

The one who loses her temper at the slightest misgiving

She looks terrible tonight

Her make up is smeared

And her nose is shiny

And that outfit doesn’t flatter

And no matter how much

She starves herself

She couldn’t be any fatter

There’s a lump in her spine

There’re bumps on her skin

She sands awkward

With her head down…just staring at me

I just wish she would look away

Her beady eyes unnerve me

I wish there was something I could say

So maybe she’d leave me be

As I lean forward

She leans in too

Squinting with that hideous sneer

My nose hits the glass

And I realize with sickening horror

That I am looking into a mirror