The reflection looked me back,
With a different look from what I have seen!
The enigmatic feel stayed intact,
Yet, so different, I felt,
Like someone else took my place,
Wearing my face!
I swayed, to make my reflection move,
To change the way it appeared,
Beauty, oozing out of the mirror,
My reflection emanating a sophisticated quality,
Irritating me further,
For I never wanted to be a complex beauty,
Even so a gruesome one at that,
With lips coated with lipstick,
Eyes adoring mascara,
Face polished with make-up,
And a look so unworthy of my face!
The smoke thinned out,
As I stepped back.
There, the reflection I longed to see,
Me, just me, the plain me,
My smiling reflection,
And the stress, melted away!
Linking with Magpie Tales above Picture Prompt,