When I Look In The Mirror
Is it a reflection of me? Is this showing who I am?
To every detail into the way my eyes stare with a slight squint, into the way my mouth is fixed in a smirk, does everything on the outside reflect everything on the inside?
Truly I am in the deepest confusion about life as the questions maintain their calling for me.
However within this material world in material flesh, I am to materially succeed.
I must be confident at all times, demonstrating only the best of me.
From the details of my proper posture to the resting of my arched eyebrows, I understand this is how my face naturally rests.
How a face rests, shall it reveal the inner thinking and feeling.
Hair properly done, skin clearly cared for, I pamper myself with a sense of self love and importance.
Yet..
Sometimes it is the understanding of all this that calls me to day dream.
Whether or not I feel confident, it is my appearance that matters.
I’ve built this look and yet it still works so wonderfully.
I am proud in my success of my poker face. Because this is how I look on the outside, I am sure to keep this look on the inside.
Regardless of what I think or feel, no one would ever know, besides me and the moon..