Painted Mirror

Here I paint a picture I want to see, a picture of me, of the most flattering angles.

I Ignore the pain, and I hide the filth, I engage the mind, and I break my heart.

I paint on a mirror, but on parts I left unpainted I can see my reflection, I can see my yearning self.

That one day I will become the new self, I will become as the image I paint on that mirror, a picture of fulfillment, of change, and hope.

But if I paint of what I see from deep within, and if my heart and thoughts and dreams are the most accurate reflection of me...

It might seem, I’ve been painting a picture of the real me all along.