The mirror my reflection
What a glorious sight,
Light hitting my face perfectly
As I tie up my bow.
I paint my eyes with colours
And line it all with black,
A blended rainbow
With sharp wings.
A thick black substance
Streaks over my lashes.
And a perfectly lined Cupid's bow
Filled in with red.
What a beautiful sight
A perfect sight,
The image of beauty
The image of perfect.
I smile
As I clench my fist,
And smash it through the mirror
Why can't I just feel beautiful forever?
