My least favourite moments live
when the sun has left the sky
and I come to prepare myself
to face the perils of the night.

Before I am forced to face
the dangers lurking in the nightmare
I carry myself to the mirror
to face whatever I may find there

at first its harsh and I look away
trying to forget that it is me
staring at me from that nightmare
a reflection I wish I couldn't see.

So I come to a solution to change
the impossibilities of my reflection
I remove my contacts, and blindly
I return for another inspection.

In the blur of the mirror I imagine
all the women that I could have been
if only the blur of my vision
is what the rest of the world had seen.