Retrospect

Looking straight in the mirror,

I see myself,

Someone with red ombré hair,

Minimal expressions, 

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.