I look into the mirror and what do I see
I see someone who is not me
I can't just wrap my head around
Even though it makes no sound
This person in this mirror is me.

She looks so happy and free
And it only makes me feel like this cannot be me.

I look sad and small
But she stands proud and tall

I look pale and under nourished
While she just seems to have flourished

I look at her and I do not see
The vile monster that is me

Maybe it's just the fake smiles
But she seems to have joy that stretches for miles

And it's then that I understand why
People do not see the me that is I