Mirror

• Laura Matthews, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2010

I see my reflection.
Though I don't see perfection.
People tell me I'm pretty, maybe beautiful.
And that I'll be plenty fruitful.
I want boyfriends.
But I rather my girlfriends.
As I stare at my reflection.
Still trying to find perfection.
I realise that I'm happy to be....
ME!!
My own era, seeing me in the mirror