I don't like the mirror anymore,
For it paints me badly.
Showing parts of myself I'd rather hide,
Distorting reality, breaking down my worth.
Unable to find beauty, imperfections stare,
My true self blurred, flaws crystal clear.
I've tried everything to feel pretty,
To feel loved and special.
To hear my parents say, "What a beautiful daughter we have,"
To have friends who see me cute.
But no, the mirror paints me ugly,
Reminding me I'll never be enough,
Never loved.
I don't like the mirror anymore.
~RachelQuiet