My Reflection

I stare at myself in the mirror,

seeing all my faults I curse myself in my mind.

Why can’t I be skinnier?

Why couldn’t I be prettier?

Why must I wear glasses?

The answers I do not know,

yet my reflection stands there in the mirror,

brown eyes mocking me.

It knows I could never hope to change,

change the things I so desperately want to.

My reflection after all is a representation of myself,

showing me what’s wrong, not right…

Never wavering, it’s still there to greet me any time of the day.

Morning, afternoon, night,

showing me…

When will my reflection show me what I truly want to be?