Lady In The Mirror, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

You analytical reporter,
Unphased by my frustration
You care not of my agitation,

Silver glass, reflective
You are my nemesis
Facing me with

My imperfections, inspections
Detached, impersonal, goals
Wrinkles and rolls, grey hair

And an asymmetrical pair
Peaking through my nightgown
Only to make me cry and frown

I came to you in trust
Always it seems you must
Take away my hope

Repeatedly, at the rise
Of each dawn, and rest
At the call of dusk

I request consultation
And you answer me not
With comfort, but criticism

Maybe I should smash you
Shatter you into slivers
Discard you, dump you

In the landfill, yet still
I take that sour pill
Consult you, knowing it will

Make me insecure, make me ill.
(end)

Another ode poem to Sylvia Plath and her poem “Mirror”.