Or him, or her, or it
The mirror doesn’t care a bit
Who it is today
Or what I have to say
About it being so many different things
Or showing so many feelings

And the face in the mirror annoys me
That mirror that lets me see
A tired girl or an angry one
Who is imitating me
Why does it do that
When it can be her or he
Why when I look at it
Does it always try to be me?

By Sinead Cullen (3 Babthorpe)