The Girl in the Mirror
The sweetest person you've ever met,
all smiles all the time,
innocent and compassionate
and good.
Staring in the mirror
at the girl behind the glass,
at the girl I want to be.
So I paint my heart gold
and wear her thick skin like a coat
and super-glue that smile to my face
until maybe we're the same.
But the smile on my face can't erase
anger or sadness or evil
and paint isn't holy water.
So it comes down to this:
Would I rather be
the girl in the mirror
in two dimensions
or myself
in three dimensions
and infinite flaws?
And does it even matter
what I want?