The person in the mirror

Who is that I say into a mirror. I no longer see the striking image of what I am, the man I wanna be is in there it says back.

But how am I a man if I have the chest like a female? And my features are too feminine. I don't even got the right puzzle pieces.

The mirror spoke back, maybe in another life friend. Maybe in another life you'll be a happy boy, and you'll accept yourself.

I'm as naked as the naked eye perceives I feel unright unbaked, I plead to the mirror to generate myself more of a man.

But the mirror said. No, I cannot change but your brain perceives.

I continue to plea, Oh mirror oh mirror, am I fat or thin am I playfully or annoying.

The mirror comes back with a image of my stomach poking like a sore thumb my face unfit.

The mirror gocked and laughed speaking, you are overweight check your callories. But I am no such thing. I weight only 103-106? I'm lighter then a feather.

But the Mirror lies and flies. Oh kid you better think twice.

-clown 26 04/30/26