Poem -

The Reflection

I find you staring at me often,

Eyes stained red, runny nose.

Your eyes searching for things, 

For the flaws and mistakes.

The zits, the dimples,

The unwanted hair.

The to bigs, the to smalls

You notice everything,

Everything that I try to forget.

Everyday I deal with this, I deal with you.

I deal with my reflection....

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John Astley

Welcome to Cosmo, what a wonderful start - good luck