Mirror Poem by Susan Basile

There are some days
I can look in the mirror,
and like what I see.
Go back another day,
and hate it.
The next day
I want to be there,
and the next,
I want to be 6-feet under.

Some days I want it to be light,
and others darker than black.
Other days I am happy
and the next,
I suggest stay away
or your head will be down
by your feet.

I hate the mirror,
because I never know
what I am going to see next