There is a funny-looking girl that stares at me through my bathroom mirror

All wavy, unkempt hair and wide-toothed braces

In the summer she gets dotted with freckles like tiny constellations

I think that I hate her

There is a messy-looking girl that stares at me through my bathroom mirror

I think I hate her more when she tries to smile

A half-baked attempt to appear put together and okay and fine

We both know she's lying

There is a lonely-looking girl that stares at me through my bathroom mirror

She watches over me as I brush my teeth and attempt to start another day

I try to avoid her gaze, though I know we shouldn't be at odds

I know I should try and return her false smiles

I know it's awful of me to hate her

Because that girl in mirror is me

So why do I wish so badly it wasn't?