The times you stared,
Into the glass,
Gazing at your flaws,
And wondering what could pass.

You don’t need to beware,
Of yourself or your looks,
You don’t have to feel weird,
For burying yourself in books.

What others think,
Should not matter to you,
It’s only what you think,
That really matters, to be true.

Stop being harsh,
For what you seem to be,
Enhance what’s inside,
The things you can’t see.

Don’t judge yourself,
By what is staring back,
Through your bitter mirror,
Letting self doubt attack.

Through your cracked eyes,
You see only the outside,
So search a little deeper,
Push your mirror aside.

See what you are,
Not what's unsuitable,
Because then you'll never see,
That you are beautiful.