In the mirror
she does not see
that in the mirror
this is not me.
The powder and the blush creates a face
A whole new person
what’s left of me
not in a trace.
“You look so beautiful!” she exclaims.
I try to smile
but it only lasts
for a while
“Can I get out of this yet?” I say.
“You’re nothing like your sister.”
“But I’m not her.” I say.
“I can tell.”
Poetry