My Bathroom Mirror

My bathroom mirror amplifies tired eyes and lines of discontent a harsh reminder of the unfairness of life and forces me to stare in the face the cards I have been dealt but cannot change I am not vain, but the bathroom mirror believes that I am, prodding my esteem with it's taunting illusion of superficial desires and making me sick with longing for all the things I do not have Frowns furrow into my brow and once carefree features twist with violent acknowledgement that I cannot go back and undo the undone the bathroom mirror plays tricks on us all waiting for those quiet moments when we doubt ourselves and resolve to change who we are entirely But we would not have got this far in life without being ourselves and the bathroom mirror is a terror that reflects back regret and long lost dreams failures and good times lost the bathroom mirror amplifies tired eyes and lines of discontent a harsh reminder of the unfairness of life and that's why I rarely look at it.