Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 28
Everytime I look in the mirror, I wonder what you see in me.
I see all my flaws, you see my beauty.
I see scars, you see my survival.
I see all the acne and bags under my eyes, you see my struggle to sleep with understanding. You see that I try to take care of myself but it’s hard sometimes.
In comparison to others I feel immensely inferior.
So I ask myself what do you see in me?
Why can’t I see what you see?

Why does the mirror deceive me?
β€œBeauty is in the eye of the beholder”
Why do I see me the way I do?
Grace Butler
Written by
Grace Butler  F/Minnesota
Please log in to view and add comments on poems