Who's that in
The mirror
Looking back at me?
She's got my eyes,
But she's smirking
At my attempt
At life.
She judges
And finds me wanting.
Relentlessly demanding:
Look nicer!
Do better!
Try harder!
Is this what people see
When they look at me?
Do they wilt before my gaze
The way I flinch from
The mirror me?
I don't want to be anyone else.
I just need to want to be myself.