It stares back at me
A deformed, horrible mess
The button nose I thought I had
Morphs into a disaster
My stomach, not mine,
wide and round
Rolls and folds
My smile crooked and forced
Lips thin, dark hair above them
It’s face, so sad
The sadness leaks out her eyes
Slipping down her cheeks
I want her gone forever
How can we be the same
I’m not that ugly
Or am I?