Coin Toss

Theoretically,

I have a fighting chance

to take on the world.

But no one told me

I’m playing by someone else’s rules.

I squint at my reflection as it sneers

in disappointment of my poor attempt 

at covering flaws.

I wonder if my smile has

enough wattage 

to outshine my personality,

or if the price tags in my closet

outweigh my body mass.

If the scales teeter and topple, 

how will I keep score?

I leave the house and face the world

I’m supposed to conquer,

but with my head held down,

I only see a world

of different colored sidewalks

with jolting cracks after every footstep.

Ready, set, flip.

I keep saying just one more round,

because maybe one day

I’ll beat the odds.

Heads you win, tails I lose.