She hates her reflection.

She hates her reflection.

She hates her reflection.
The perfection frames her mirror,
Picture upon picture
Of model and actor and star,
All gorgeous, all fake.
She watches tears roll down
Already tear-stained cheeks,
Smearing eyeliner, melting away pretensions.
Another minute ticks by,
She’s lying
To herself, she’s no pinup girl
And she’s hating every minute of it.
Confidence? Nothing
Could be farther from the truth.
Another minute, and
She’s dying to be noticed.
A hand finds impetus,
Fingers curling into a fist
She hurtles toward the mirror.
Another minute gone,
She’s lying
On the floor her crumpled form
Amid the shards of glass.
Her eyes are so dull as
She reaches for a piece of glass and
Draws it carefully across her wrist,
So much amiss.
Here lies another “worthless” life
She won’t be missed.