Mirror's Image

Maybe I'm the problem.
I never saw myself as capable.

Maybe you're the obstacle.
You never told me I was worth more.

So today I'm
squinting into my compact mirror
plucking
lining
smearing
covering
this face I can't accept
as good enough,

And persistently
entertaining thoughts
of my inability to please.

Tell me,
is it you who is
unsatisfied
or just me?