She’s trying,
Trying to actually look at herself in the mirror,
She usually just walks by, looking at her glimpse,
Not liking what she sees.
She’s working out,
Trying to change herself to fit into the eyes of others,
She’s looking at me to see herself changed.
When the mind tricks her,
She stares and stays long enough.
But when the words don’t fool her,
She sits in front of me, crying.
Looking at why she cannot change,
Just wishing they’d understand
That she’s trying.

She talks to me and says,
She just wants someone to realize she’s trying
Which just makes me wish I could comfort her,
Tell her, I know.
Tell her that I see her, trying so hard.
Sometimes I wish I could say to her
“You don’t need to try so hard for me,
You’re so plainly beautiful to me,
When you’re free from wordy bounds.”
But she cries looking at me,
My voiceless words never reaching her,
My glass hand never comforting her,
Just waiting for her to stop trying,
Just waiting for somebody to finally see her.