The devil staring back

winking

waiting

savoring it all:

I'll be the featured kill

down there for a good

long time.

outlines

half defined

unabridged

slim and unsteady

unforgiving

we've all been searching

for something

divided lengthwise

tangled in knots

we can't untie

I think we adore

our underbellies

caressing the simple

cleanliness of the bits

we hide

bent from tip to toe

swaying slow

faltering glow

there are parts of me

you'll never see

even if I expose my insides

I've got hidden passages

in my organs

twisted like the veins

my rosy eyelids

ignite

I stare into the mirror

Until I lose focus

Lines blur into shapeless colors

Blending into the background

Pixelated palette

Undefined beauty

Wearing a mask

But not hidden

Always right there

On the surface

If I would allow my eyes to see it

Ravens and sunsets

Galaxies too,

Shards of ice, reflecting light

Words I wanted to use

A necklace from my lover

A gem in my heart

Trembling hands made for pianos

Frozen legs that never start.

I keep looking in a mirror

I don't know why

I see the antonym of beautiful

Flaws covering my face

Insecurities hiding in my eyes

Insults written on my skin

Imperfections leaking from my lips

Sexiness nonexistent because of my flat chest and butt

I still manage to look in the mirror

Everyday upon awakening

Because deep down I pray that one day

I'll feel as pretty as the other girls I see

But all I ever see is the me I don't wanna be

There's a man in my mirror every morning

He arrives as day is dawning

He must be tired

And not too wired

Because he's yawning

At the same time as me...strangely

He looks quizzically

And he'll softly ask

From behind his one way mask

Why not go back to bed?

Man, don't put that thought in my head

Did you not hear what I said?

Oh for the power

Of an extra hour

And the time to grab a wake up shower

I move, I leave him in disdain

But in every room, he comes again

He'll wash my face

With no real grace

In a reflection of the water

He'll say I caught ya

Closing your eyes

For sleeps reprise

He'll flash me his sin of a grin

One that I'd keep within

At that time of the mornin'...

He's downstairs too

Unbelievable, but true

There's nothing I can do

To get away from you

I wonder

If he comes at night

When there's no light

Silently giggling

With all of his might

Because I can't see right - how impolite

I have no doubt

That he'll let himself out

Just keep that smile to yourself for a while

Let me go, to catch up with the rank and file

I hate your style, your imitation game

I can't be you, though we look the same

You seem alive, I feel so tame

That's because you never sleep

Your silvered soul must find it cheap

I know you'd have me counting sheep

But you know

I've got to go

And I'm sure that I'll be saying hello

Later on, when the day is gone

To the version of me

Reflectively

Bathed in the black so that I can't see

Grin while you can

For I have a plan

I'll break what you're made of my dear mirror man...

Frizzy blond hair in need of dye

Purpley bags under stormy eyes

Freckles and acne scars

Pale blue veins under pale skin

A bottom lip bitten raw

Arching eyebrows

Worry lines much to early

Nervousness, plain as day

The mirror: enemy and friend.

You take what I give you and distort my perception, giving back twisted view of the life I've lived.

You show my every inch of every scar and convince me I'm nothing more than a failure, nothing is good enough for my reflection, so it criticizes me on the daily

Similarly...

When I look at your shining medium and see the potential for a great future, the love that currently escapes me & the people I will help, it makes all the more reason for me to wash away the tattered image of self from my psyche and build my productive, strong personality.

What goes on behind the glass?

When I look in to the mirror,

I see a success.

I see a somebody.

Not a failure.

Somebody who can do anything.

and everything.

Then I realize, mirrors tell lies