At A Stand Still

I'm peering into the little glass television watching my life go before my eyes. From one to four to seven to thirteen each year races over the screen. I cringe, I smile, I laugh, I cry, I scream, but most of all I judge. I judge how I look, how I dressed, how I act, how I smile, every single aspect of myself I judge. I bring up the remote to pause my life. As I press "pause" suddenly the image of myself at this very moment comes over the screen, the little television has become a mirror.