If I pull this mask on tight enough
Will it reflect what you want?
Will it show you what you desire?
Will I be accepted and not judged?
Straining at edges, skipping all thought
I reach for an image in a magazine
Am I too fat? Am I too tall?
What and who do I desire to be?
This runs too deep
Carved and stretching as a canyon
Dissatisfied with life and its gifts
I want more!
Mirrors don’t lie
I’ve ducked them, smashed them and discarded them
So many imperfections
So many visual faults
Never satisfied, never happy
Picture perfect people walk my streets with airbrushed skin
Are they as beautiful thru and thru and within?