Looking straight in the mirror,
I see myself,
Someone with red ombré hair,
mostly a poker face,
And often the first thought that I have everytime,
I’m awfully tall for a girl.
Looking in the mirror,
on sunny, happy days,
Looking beyond my appearance,
I feel I’m fairly happy,
Moderately leading my life,
Someone who has it all,
A full life, a bunch of beautiful people who make me what I am, a support system, a friend and a personality brimming with laughter.
On the odd other days,
I look at myself,
I will like a stranger stares back at me,
Panda eyes, exhausted, Someone who desperately needs to find themselves.
I feel divided and conflicted within,
Moderation isn’t good enough,
I find myself to be somewhere I don’t want to be,
Like my life is falling apart with each day passing.
A failure and someone destined to screw up no matter what.