Mirror, Mirror Poem by Hannah McGill

Oh no! are my clothes to tight?
Do my shoes fit right?
What will she say when she sees me in this?
Do I wear this to much?
Does my hair look good in a bun?
What will she say when she sees me in this?
Right before I run out the door,
I glance at the mirror once more
But I'm no were to be seen.
Not a speck or a trace
Could be seen on my face
But another girl stands in my place
Unreal and untrue
Then I realized the girl is you.