Stuck, standing at the mirror
Still and reflective like a pond
That tempts me to disrupt its peace.
I stare at the figure in front of me,
He stares back at me, wide-eyed
With resentment and anger.
I graze the jawline on both of us,
And feel stubble of a beard,
So I lather my face with foam
And viciously shave it off
To look less like him.
I run a hand through my hair
And watch as he goes to buzz it off.
I notice how he slouches at me
So I stand more upright
Like there’s a pin under my chin.
I lower my voice so the sound
Of anger doesn’t shatter the view.
I change so much,
But when I look back at the reflection
It’s just me.