Bewildered Poem by Diana Miranda

Reflection upon reflection,
Everyday is the same thing.
When looking into the mirror
And finding just an outline
Of a lost soul.

A soul that despises looking at herself
Maybe because she sees someone,
Who she doesn’t want to be?
Or maybe because she sees someone,
Who she—will never be?

What is in one’s reflection?
An image of what one is?
Or just one’s appearance that is falsify
By what society has implied?

The questions that she always asks,
When looking into the mirror
Day after day,
Are the reasons why she feels lost
The reasons why she doesn’t think,
It is worth to smile.