You look at yourself in the mirror,
Your insecurities slowly drawing nearer.
You began to stare for too long,
Your opinions become distorted and wrong.
What is perfect had seemingly disappeared,
You now looked at what you feared.
You began to imagine yourself in a different place,
With a new body, a new face.
With the perfect hair,
And not a care,
About how your day will be,
Or how much of your anxiety people see,
Or how you laugh and talk,
Or how you stand and walk.
You have the perfect smile,
Everything is calm for a short while.
You have the perfect best friend,
You never want this happiness to end.
But soon you come back to your mirror,
And your previous joy ends here.
Now you're right back to being you,
And there's once again worry in everything you do.