It.
It.
I could not go a day without It.
It tells me how I am everyday.
It knows me.
It has seen my daily struggles, my insecurities.
It has shown me the flaws that I possess.
But I still go to It everyday.
It has seen me at my at my worst.
It has shown me my best.
It controls how I feel about myself.
It stays just a few steps away from me.
It never speaks or moves.
For It is a thin layer of glass that shows me my reflection.
This poem is about:
Me