Mirror, mirror
On my wall
Am I too short?
Am I too tall?

I'll sit in front of you
My legs crossed
Staring at the me
Inside
Who lives in your world
Of
Extreme black
Extreme white
Never a lovely
Of grey

I wonder
If
She's happy there
The window girl
Of your
Extreme world
I've seen her
Smile
I've seen her
Sob

Could it
Be
The poor thing
Really just needs

A hug?

Then maybe she'd
Stop
Putting me down
And
Demeaning me

If she can be
So
Hurtful to me
Then I wonder what
Made her
That way
Perhaps people
Said mean things about
Her
Too?

Or maybe...
It's me.
Is it me?
Who says garbage
About her
To her face
And behind her
Back
Not really caring
Either way

Mirror, mirror
On my wall
So we both
Taught eachother
How to crawl

Can we bring this
Feud
To an end?

Today I made
A new window friend.