(Originally called Look in the mirror during drafting)
I look in the mirror and see
every discomfort and lack of confidence
in self-identity I’ve ever seen from me
in a simile of a skin that looks, but isn’t, mine.
I never trust reflective surfaces; they never
tell you what you want to see, nor
what’s going on in the depths of yourself; simply
a reflection as seen through others’ eyes.
Short of independent though, this reflective me
is everything I don’t see myself to be;
every insecurity and self-doubt others cast on me,
I see in this mirror-me that moves similarly.
I want to shatter the glass, but this is costly
and does little to bolster my self-identity.
Mirror-mirror on the wall, least fairest of them all,
who is the most self-strugglesome of them all?