My Fifth Something: 3 Poems

Reflection

I stare into the mirror

And see a strange girl looking back

A homely girl

This is definitely not me

No, because I feel pretty

And work so hard to feel like I fit in

I do my hair over and over to get it right

Dig through my jewelry until I find the right ones

Sort through my jewelry until I find something wearable

All this, for one day

But then I go to the mirror

And I don’t recognize this girl

She’s not me

She is not what the result

Of all the hard work I put in

Just to blend in

With everyone else

I don’t know who this girl is

But it’s not me

Is she?