Reflections

*Reflections*

Standing there
the smooth glass as sharp as the ice in their eyes
Reflecting all of your imperfections
like a banner of your mistakes
Too tall-
Too short-
Too thin-
Too fat-
Too odd-
Too ordinary-
Too Anything but Content.
Standing there
wishing for that glass to shatter
and with it your flaws
so that they would blow away into the wind
Too stupid-
Too smart-
Too quiet-
Too loud-
Too friendly-
Too hateful-
Too Anything but Pretty.
Hiding behind
your bright yellow coat, your high heeled shoes
Hiding in plain sight
where no one can find you
Too this-
Too that-
Not Fair.
Too Anything but Those Girls
who wink at you from the covers of those
glossy paged magazines-
Their heads wider than their stomachs.
Too this-
Too that-
Not Fair.
Too Anything but Those Girls
who walk like models down
the brightly lit runway
called High School.
Too Anything but Those Girls
who flash their white smiles,
and bounce their blond hair,
and flutter their black eyelashes
and Those Boys, who stare
hypnotized by their perfection
and pass you on the stairs, not noticing
your bright yellow coat, your high heeled shoes
Too this-
Too that-
Not Fair.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall:
you've got the Wrong Girl
The Fairest of Them All lives down the street
in the green-shuttered house.
<end>

[Well, that's the end. I like it, but the question is-- do you? Respond, if you please! Much thanks!]