The only opinion of me I care about

Is the woman inside the mirror 

I’ve aged – I’ve wept – I’ve hurt – I’ve died

But somehow she’s still here 

at my vanity – she echoes my vanity

soft reflection in my reflection 

She helps me pick apart my pain

Finds beauty in my imperfection

I tell her all about my heartache 

We try to trace where it all went wrong

Apply our mascara in perfect unison

She lip-syncs to my favorite song 

Sometimes I let myself cry 

When we lock eyes in the looking glass 

She whispers “we’re in this together –

Keep our chin up. This too shall pass.”