My reflection speaks to me.
He reminds me of the person I wish I could be
Twenty pounds lighter
A couple shades dark
Society’s perfect specimen.
I think of the person I could be
And with great disdain,
I look at the person I really am
I wish my flaws away.
How vain could I be,
To pray away my individuality
In order to be a deluded form of myself,
Who could face himself in a mirror?
And then...what would my reflection say?