The Girl in the Mirror

The girl in the mirror glares back at me
she's not happy that I'm staring back at her
I'm not who she wants me to be
she runs her fingers through her hair, unsure...
she hates me, I hate her
with a sigh, I accept this
Only when someone new stares back
will we be content not to miss
miss the other who makes us frown & want to slap
she hates me, I hate her
It may never change
But this will continue all the same
til I can see her there and not feel guilty shame
til I can see her beauty
til she has less booty...
she hates me, I hate her
I peek again, needing the reminder of a double take
...but maybe I'll get lucky
and the mirror will break...

This is a poem I just wrote yesterday or the day before...I really can't remember which.lol. Anyways, it's about bad self image and not knowing if you can change and be happy with what you see.
~T~