I hate that I am you

I hate that you are me

I turn around, obstruct my view

So that I can not see

The black heads, zits

My too small eyes,

It never quits

So I try and revise

Cover-up here

Lipgloss there

And I feel close to tears

Because I can't fix my hair

I think similar things

As I add each correction

But it still really stings

When I see this reflection