My Reflection Isn't Me Poem by Skylark Woodrow

That face in the mirror isn't me.
The smooth alabaster skin,
The striking eyes with their long black lashes,
The little rose petal lips.
It all looks perfect,
Too perfect.
They have tried to make me look like them,
But I am not them,
I am not what they are,
I am not what they try to become.

I miss me.

Slowly,
Deliberately,
I scrub away this mask;
And I won't stop until I find me again.
I am not perfect,
And I may not be beautiful;
But I am me,
And that is enough.

(2019.3.7)