People use me everyday

To look at their hair,

Maybe brush it off,

Apply some chapstick

To their dry lips.

They look at me,

And brush their teeth

‘Till it’s sparkly clean,

Then get ready for the day.

But I can’t be in front of myself,

Brushing my own hair,

My own teeth, and hell,

Whatever else do humans do?

Their bodies are so delicate,

And so is my glass,

_So is the heart that I wish I had._

I wish they would say

“You’re perfect,”

But they’re focused on themselves,

Of jealousy I am full.

They may body shame,

But they have a body to shame.

I am merely a woman’s thoughts

Trapped in a non-living object.

And so, I will continue my “life,”

With having no standards,

No “life” to live.