Better Me

Look at your reflection

What do you see?

Well in my direction,

I can see,

a pale version of me.

It starts in the chin,

And goes to the chest,

My stomach I suck in

like intrusions in my head.

Mind, this is the addict 

I work on having cease

In deficits and mathematics

I make headway toward 

A much better me.

So if you judge,

Or make accusations

Now you'll finally see

That this time, I'm working

Towards a much better me.