Sometimes,

It’s hard to look myself in the face.

The mirror that looks back at me every morning,

With sights of crazy hair, droopy eyes, and the next big zit

From all the stress poured into my last mid-term test

Can be frightening--

Especially in a half-asleep stupor. 

But as I look, taking time to look over 

The endless pores, crevices, and marks on my face--

Not to mention the endless amounts of split ends--

I force myself to step back

covered in my old high school t-shirt and sweats. 

How attractive am I?

The sarcastic thought that always concludes my time in the mirror.

To wake up to myself everyday,

Un-prepped, unfashionable, entirely undone,

This is the me no one gets to see. 

This, is the real thing.