I hear it when I ask if you love me.

You hesitate. Why? Why?

Perhaps I’m the only one to blame

You judge me like I’m not already in front of the mirror.

Asking myself the same question.

Do you love me? The answer I can’t deny

It will always be the same.

I hate this mirror now

Stay true to thyself. Embrace yourself. Love yourself no matter what! Some mirrors were meant to distort you.

Hugs from Brooklyn

Guadalupe Macias