Reflections

Reflections are a mirror image

Of how we're meant to be

So why do I feel like

This really isn't me?

These clothes I wear

Jut to prove

That I belong here too

That I'm new and improved.

My skeleton torso

Looks much too small

To bear my heart and soul.

I'm plastic now, like a Barbie doll.

I'm not myself anymore

This make-up works well to disguise

Until I have

Nothing left to hide

My hair's been styled

My nails bright pink

How much longer till

I lose the ability to think?

I talk the talk

I walk the walk

I smile

I kiss

I giggle

But looking in the mirror.

I know I'm just an actor.