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?

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