Three Times a Day
At least three times a day
I spy
My own reflection
Passing by
I catch her there
in mirror view
Or in a window
Peering through
The girl in there
is not my friend
She makes me cry
to twist and bend
She’s never made me
feel ok
She’s always lacking
in some way
Please tell me why
I hate her so?
Perhaps that’s something
I should know