My Mind Meets My Reflection

The bin is big, multicolored, and filled

To the brim. Lipsticks, every shade, thrown

Between the glass of polish that was spilled

By someone who was, and is, far from grown.

The case of Evermoody eyeshadow,

Still wrapped in plastic from when it was bought,

Promising every girl an all-day glow,

Only reminded me of what I’m not.

Looking in the mirror years later, I

See a different person entirely.

Gone, the long hair I used to hide behind.

It belonged to a different body.

The makeup bin no longer defeats me.

I’ve found out who I really am, completely.