Yes, this is my first ever poem. It wasn't supposed to be a poem, but I guess it turned out to be one.
This is who I should be
Flicking through magazines, seeing thin models
Cutting out the pictures, covering the mirror
This is who I want to be
Staring at the pictures
Wanting to be more then just me
This is who I am
Turning in the mirror, trying to see every angle.
Grabbing the old toothbrush from the cup
This is who I need to be
As I lean over the toilet,
Letting the retching fill the empty space
This is who I’m stuck with
As I flush the toilet
Look into the sunken, gray face in the mirror
I was never happy with it.
