Talking to an Image

I showed you my report card, all A's,
But that wasn't good enough for you.

What can I do to make you satisfied with me?

I went out for basketball, and I made varsity,
But you couldn't care less.

What can I do to make you be happy for me?

In PE class, I ran the mile in less than seven
minutes,
But you weren't even proud of me.

What can I do to make you praise me?

I put on make-up just like the beautiful models in
magazines,
But you didn't even give me a glance.

What can I do to make you notice me?

I went on a diet, and I lost a few pounds,
But still you just looked down on me.

What can I do to make you accept me?

I treated everyone like my best friend, even you,
But you didn't even show any friendship in return.

What can I do to make you love me?

I am talking to an image, an image of myself,
In the mirror.


Trista Roland

©2001

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