My Mirror

My mirror isn't all it's cracked up to be.

My mirror is useless. Yes, it has its uses, but it is useless. My mirror is worthless. Yes, it has a dollar value, but it is worthless. My mirror is ugly. Yes, the mirror has potential for beauty, but it is hideous. My mirror isn't loved, it can never be loved.

Every time I look at this waste of a mirror, I am flled with disgust. Every time, filled with hate and sadness. Every time I look at the mirror, I want it to be different. I want it to be a bit smaller, a bit bigger, a bit shorter or taller. I sometimes want it to look nicer. I sometimes wish it was worth something.

Every time I think about my mirror, about how it is so incredibly worthless, I just wish someone could value it more than me. Every time I see this damned mirror I wish that it more beautiful when I see it. Every time! Every time I wish that this mirror was capable of feeling love, capable of being loved. Not just some piece of reflective glass on a wall that sits there waiting to be judged by me.

This mirror. My pathetic mirror, but it's not the only one.