The Mirror (heavily inspired by Sylvia Plath)

The mirror doesn't lie to me

It is the filter on my eyes-

Focusing on every single ridge and imperfection

The way only looking at you makes me cry in frustration

I don't know how to focus on the whole picture,

I only stare at each detail alone

Constantly comparing-

to the deluded past that was "better"

I wasn't any happier then, I had the exact same habits

The only difference is there was less variables on my mind

Less worries about whether I will get past this year,

get past this month even-

The mirror stands vulnerable

Forced to watch me every morning,

Forced to see my highs and lows,

Forced to watch me edit myself,

On the fallacy that is my phone

The mirror can't stop me

only sit there and watch, like the innocent bystander it is 

Watch as I break down every pixel

To the point that the image isn't me,

The true me that the mirror shows everyday

My eyes continue to deceive me,

Telling me to fix things

That temporary fixes will make me smile

They only provide a false narrative to the outside world

Only the mirror knows my true face

Only the mirror knows me.