Mirror

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When I wake up and I look at the mirror
I see myself
And most of the days I feel ugly

Because I see all these little things
These pimples, pores, blackheads, hairs
Because I am not skinny
Because I have strech marks all around my body
Because of my skin irritation after shaving (which I really don't like)

And sometimes I feel not as much ugly as yesterday
But I never feel pretty

And let's be honest
How am I supposed to feel pretty when I see all these fashion ads in the mall?
That's another reason why I don't like shopping

I just want one person to look into my eyes and genuinely say that I look pretty
But how could there be one when it's not even my own mother?
And I know what you're gonna say
"It's the inside that matters not the outside!"

And let's be honest again
People are looking at your outer appearance and then decide if they want know your personality
I could have the most beautiful personality in the world
And I would still be ugly on the outside
I would still feel ugly

And when they see my tears
They would turn away

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