This Reflection Isn't Me

Look in the mirror, do you see?

this painted face, it isn't me,

this long hair doesn't fit,

grab the scissors and cut it,

take a wipe, and take off the mask,

look again and relax.

Look in the mirror, what is that?

I hate dresses, take it back!

this bra I'm wearing, I wish what's inside it was smaller,

I wish I had a six pack and that I was taller,

and my back, I wish it was flat,

so I could wear my jeans and not squeeze into them, imagine that.

Look in the mirror, why do I look this way?

I wish I could throw this body away,

you see the crease? in that taboo spot?

I wish something else was there but it's not,

I don't want to look like this anymore,

but I just cover the mirror and walk out the door.

I hate that stupid mirror and what it shows,

but that's my dirty little secret that nobody knows.