When I look in the mirror
The first thing that I see
Is the bags beneath my eyes
And my slightly crooked teeth.
When I look in the mirror,
I notice right away
My pink and blotchy skin
And my hair that's gone astray.
When I look in the mirror,
I want to shut my eyes.
I wish I didn't see
That I have grown another size.
But when I look in the mirror,
I only get a peek.
I only see the outside,
Not the heart that's underneath.
So when I look in the mirror,
Or when I step on the scale,
I know that I have beauty
In the place where mirrors fail.
© 2015
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
