Eye sockets too deep.
Forehead covered in acne.
Neck way too thick.
Posture off.
Spine oddly bent.
Unproportional.
Chestless.
Feet too big.
Eyes like an alien.
The fingers of a pianist.
Eyebrows wanting to join
Hair wanting to go wild
Uneven skin tone
Broad shoulders
Muscle-less
Teeth not straight
The mirror and I have a complicated relationship.
We face each other each night, and I pretend I don't give a shit.
Each night, I turn off the light.
Hoping I can shower when it's not so bright.
I cry in the dark, the water running down my face.
I feel alone, scared, and out of place.
I turn on music, and sing along.
It's easy to forget when you're singing your favorite song.
I get out of the shower.
The mirror loses its power.
Until the next night.
Before I turn off that light.
YOU ARE READING
Complexity
PoetryA poem collection. These.. mean a lot to me. "Complexity is being me, not knowing who you'll really be, knowing you'll have to wait and see."
