Confidence escapes me every time for I am as
Insecure as a church mouse
If you asked me to look in the mirror
What do I see?
Nine circles of hell like Dante’s Inferno
Reflected in my dead eyes
Abandoned all hope, you loser
As rejection runs on a loop in my mind
What could I blame today?
Hmm…let me see
An ex-boyfriend who saw me as a side piece?
A mother that abandoned a little baby at three weeks?
An unknown father?
A stranger on the street?
A hauntingly beautiful celebrity on a stage on Broadway?
Standing still for a minute
Dastardly rubbing the mini-beard threatening to grow like a cheap Jafar knock-off
Chuckling quietly as a ghost of a smile disappears
Regretting my shaved head Britney moments
Crazy eyes like a Moana chicken sidekick
Lost in another world
Full of Negan’s Lucille, the Mean Girls soundtrack, the 615 House discography
Staring at the broken girl
Broken huh?
A sharp gasp, piercing clutching at my imaginary Bl.A.S.P-y pearls
What will it be today?
Barefaced or a hint of lippy
Suddenly, a loud bang shocked me
Out of my reverie
Blood drained…drip, drip, drip
Clowny frowny teardrops on my cheek
My windshield wipers a.k.a my gimpy eyelashes blinking furiously
Trying to erase the evidence of my self-pity and self-esteem

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