The lines around my eyes are yours

And I wish I could give them back

The smile is yours, too.

Kind of pouty - like you can get your way with it

But it never worked half as well for me

The arch of your eyebrow echoes on mine

It’s the look of suspicion

I never used it to notice it before

I thought I could make this face my own

I bought all the right lotions and

I pierced it and plucked it and shaved it

I thought I could wash it clean

And scrubbed it raw with scalding water

But you are still there every time I look in the mirror

Maybe that is why I can’t let you go mother

No matter how much you change

Or how many secrets you keep

Every reflective surface reminds me

And I wonder

When you look in the mirror

What do you think of?

Is it my face

Staring back at you with suspicious eyes?