As I stare at the mirror, I see
Someone that doesn't look like me
She has brown eyes, a mundane colour
And her ears are one bigger than the other
Her hair is frustratingly tangled
The shape of her face clearly not angled
Her lips and nose a bit big for her face
A little too ugly for anyone's taste
As I stare on, I see
That the malicious remarks sting like a bee
But apperances aren't always what they seem
And I don't look to bad, I deem
For once I'll ignore the comments that are snarky
And be grateful for once, be happy.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
As I stare at the mirror, I see
Someone that doesn't look like me
She has brown eyes, a mundane colour
And her ears are one bigger than the other
Her hair is frustratingly tangled
The shape of her face clearly not angled
Her lips and nose a bit big for her face
A little too ugly for anyone's taste
As I stare on, I see
That the malicious remarks sting like a bee
But apperances aren't always what they seem
And I don't look to bad, I deem
For once I'll ignore the comments that are snarky
And be grateful for once, be happy.
