The Girl in the Mirror

Original image credit to Nigel Tadyanehondo

I loathe her and love her

She’s me but she isn’t

With same wide eyes

And slant to the nose

I see her every day

Yet’ve never heard her voice

She listens when I process

And always lets me finish

She looks me in the eye

And maybe even smiles

I despise her most

When I talk too much

Yet love her still in spite

She’s me, after all

Even when she is not

I look at the glass

And study her face

What part of me is You?

For even when she’s hard to see

I know, deep down

Some part of You is me.

Stay Curious,

Olivia

P.S. I know absolutely nothing about poetry. Does it show?