Though I try to be

Whenever I look at the mirror,
I only see the person I am not.
It shows the other part
of me- which I do notice-
pretending to be okay.

Somehow the mirror
only reflects the true side
but I don't believe it yet-
cause truth is still hiding
somewhere can't be found.

It tells me something
I hope I don't have to see
but my mind tells me
to look and realize that
I'm not that perfect.

What more could I say?
I'm too far from perfect-
yet I believe it's perfect
to be normal somehow.