Staring at the mirror
Hoping each time to see
Someone who different than me
But the mirror never lied
So then I cried
And had to learn
To accept the bitter truth

Staring at the mirror
I learned to accept
The way I truly look
It gave me a weird comfort
Even though I wasn't feeling anything
I didn't feel pretty
I didn't feel ugly
I was just...
There.
Existing.

Staring at the mirror
I still don't feel anything
Even years later
The mirror is silent
I hear nothing
I feel nothing
I just see
Me.
I accepted it
That doesn't mean
I learned to like who I see