A mirror: a reflective surface

The white wall behind me mocks me, the lights shine

above me, two different sized light bulbs. The

faucet sprays water all over me. Are we

that unlucky? But the mirror, the mirror

is why I always stand here, in the bathroom

The mirror has seen through me, caused me to see

through myself, my own reflection a mere blur

But the mirror, the mirror has seen so much.

Brown eyes like a jar of honey, the windows

to my soul, it's seen them full of life, hope, anger,

happiness and tears. It's seen them dilated,

even irritated from the cheap makeup

remover. It's seen my cheeks flushed a crimson

red, my nose sprinkled with freckles, my eyebrows

unplucked, my raven black hair fading from the

sun. Every single open pore reflected,

every single imperfection highlighted

But the mirror, the mirror has seen me in

my purest forms: dancing, singing, laying in

the tub, sitting on the toilet, and brushing

my teeth: up, down, right, left, spit, rinse, and repeat

It's seen all my features. My arms, my hands and

how I tend to wash them repeatedly, my

strong shoulders standing, my chewed up nails, my

chapped lips, my scars, my bruises, my rushed mornings

to go to school and my rushed nights to go to

sleep. It's seen my exhaustion, my carelessness,

my confidence, and my insecurities

But the mirror, the mirror has even heard

me. Heard me speak, heard me cry, heard me laugh, heard

my heart beat to my favorite songs, it's heard

me drop the showerhead, the shampoo bottles,

and the razors too many times to keep count

But the mirror, the mirror knows me. It knows

how I am way to attached to my earphones

It knows how my eyes light up when I listen

to my favorite bands, it knows the way

I run my hands through my hair, it knows that I

spend too much time just starring at the mirror

It knows how I'd rather shower in the night

It knows how I have to be rushed out of the

bathroom or else I'll stay in there forever

It reflects everything it knows, all I know

But the mirror, the mirror sees, hears, and knows

it all. My best, my worst, and my purest form

of myself.  I feel so utterly exposed.