Just some poetry

I. Self Image

I look in the mirror and see someone who isn't me.

My smile prefect

My hair straight

No tears in my eyes, with a bright shining color

No tear stains on my cheek, but perfect skin with blush

I see someone I am not, but who I wish to be.

Reality hits me and I see me.

A girl with short, thick legs.

Eyes dark as night with tears pouring out my eyes.

My eyes so bloodshot, sadness filled.

Messy hair falling around my face with tears on my cheeks and chin.

This is someone who I don't wanna be.

Take me away, show me someone I can be other than me.