My reflection shows me my reality is what I once believed .
I look back at my red velvet lipstick. Im pretty, I say.
But the minute I step out, a curse is layed upon me.
She is so pretty. She is so different then me.
My red lipstick now feels more like a coverup then nice. Feels like I tried covering a pig in lipstick. Comparison is poison. I know. But the curse is persuading me. Every look is now feeling like a look of digust.
Im not pretty. Who were I trying to fool?