In the sight of the mirror

When I look into the Mirror  And see my reflection  And think and wonder  The shadow that looks back at me  The second person exactly like me  Has all my features  My eyes my nose  Hair personality too?  And of course well pleased  My nightmares and life demons too These are the life demons  Of insecurity hopelessness And wishing so wishing  To see something more  Extravagant  But all I see is the damn  Old same plain  Reflection  Looking back at me  I stand for hours….  Tryna grab out a different  More attractive  Different person  Doing different cute face expressions  Adding there filters from Snapchat?  TikTok? Different filter apps?  As if the Mirror is supposed to offer….  In the sight of the Mirror  I search for an complete version of me In the sight of the Mirror  I look bluntly  She appears before me  Though she looks like me  She has everything  I have ever wanted  But though I stretch I cannot reach to the other side  And so…..  I stay wishing  To the Mirror  And she stays there stuck                     To the other side Precious Poet