Disclaimers: I do not own Tibby Tomko-Rollins, she comes from the mind of Ann Brashares.
Little Eyes
There's a girl who smiles from my mirror
Kind, caring, understanding
A genuine, honest smile
That taunts me from my mirror
As soon as I turn away from that girl
That beautiful smile melts into a phony grin
But soon I remember my fakeness won't hold up
When I see
Her
Little
Eyes
Small, soft eyes
So powerful and intense
Pale, delicate, all-knowing eyes
Rest upon her ghostly face
My ersatz look of contentment
Quickly fades away
My insecure self
Shines through without my mask
Smashed to pieces
By
Those
Little
Eyes
My worst critic and my best friend,
Those little eyes know everything
They tell me when I'm acting up
They tell me when I'm cool
They tell me how to go through life
Without being such a fool
They tell me how to live each day
Without many huge regrets
They glue me to a pedestal
And trap me like a net
She acts like I'm on display
And reads me like an open book
I'm the bug under the microscope
I'm dissected by her every look
But no matter how wise or brave she gets
She's still a fragile, besotted child
Who looks to me like I'm the Holy Grail
And expects so much more than I'm willing to give
My shame grows stronger with each passing day
Made much worse by the fact that today
Could be her last
I'm not nearly as strong as she seems to think
I'm just a shallow girl, trying so hard not to shrink
Under the pressure
Of
Those
Little
Eyes