We Dress our Best

Every morning,

We dress our best.

In order to please

Or to surprise

Or to taunt

Or to simply seem that we in fact

Feel.

We dress our best.

We consider our clothing to be the fullest expression of our mind.

We consider our reflection,

The truest and purest of all impressions.

Here, standing in front of a mirror

I know I am alone in my own perception.

I wish I could feel with the girl who hides behind the fabric of her sweaters.

She is small, yet her mind

Is so lost

So lost

In a world which seems like it so very rarely

Allows her to have a piece.

She is lost, and she wishes to come home to contentment.

Yet she tells herself, whilst staring in the mirror,

That this

is her best dress.

Because if she changed,

Or said no to the earrings

Or the bracelet

Or the hair tie

She would only be lying to herself.

And she never liked to consider herself

A liar.