Mirror

The mirror has changed

I can’t stop looking into it,

As if I must check to see if I still exist,

If I am still alive.

People say I shouldn’t like what I see in the mirror.

Perhaps I don’t.

Any woman would want to look like a woman,

Not a skeleton.

But I don’t always see the mirror that way.

It’s as if it warps itself,

Expands itself,

Like the mirrors at the circus.

It mocks me,

Laughs at me,

Tells me I should be different,

To be anyone but me.

When did the mirror get so loud?

I used to enjoy looking,

A decent sight,

Now I cannot stop–there’s too much wrong.

A small blemish here,

A hair out of place,

I cannot be looking like this!

“You know what happens if you do.”

I indeed know what happens,

It all will repeat again,

And so I must fix the sight,

That I find in my broken mirror.