February 24, 2012, 2:37 AM:
“Concept of Self” (Draft)

I look in the mirror and
“Sometimes”,
My nose is too big.
It takes up half of my face,
Sharp and pointy and ugly.
“Sometimes”,
It’s a work of art;
it’s perfect and
so am I.

i look in the mirror again.
s o m e t i m e s ,
these eyes reflect things ‘i’
don’t want to see.
sometimes chocolate fades to black:
sharp, unforgiving,
it turns into a heated glare,
a stare, but whose?

‘i’ looked into the mirror
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that mouth was too small
far too petite to speak with.
several times several times
it fails to open
like a goldfish
quiet and golden.

s’he’ looks into that mirror
ALL THE TIME
Ls’he’ is far too wide
LFar too fat
TALL THE TIME
HLife isn’t kind
Es’he’ cannot hide
Tno more “no more”

I look into the mirror a last time
Msometimes
EI don’t recognize the boy standing there