In that mirror,
I am average.
Black hair with curls,
Brown eyes and lashes.
Braces and glasses.
Average, average, average.
But the mirror lies to me,
Ignoring,
My laughter
And my waterworks.
It doesn’t show when
I feel moody,
And when I feel loopy.
Or my hopes and dreams.
Why would I listen to the mirror?
It doesn’t show me my perfection.
It only shows my
Reflection.
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