75. Mirror

When I look into the mirror
What exactly do I see?
Is it twisted by my concious,
Or is it meerly me?

When i see myself in glass,
What exactly do I say?
"My thighs too thick, my nose too wide."
Or, "I was born this way!"

When i breathe a shallow breath.
As I look me up and down.
A chorus of rejections of
My body make me frown.

My insecurities get the best of me,
As i look away, ashamed.
My eyebrows, thick and dark,
My hair, never been tamed.

I look back, so reluctantly,
Afraid of what I find.
But what is there is different then,
How I looked in my mind.