Staring into that glass,
Recognising a familiar face,
Covered in flaws,
So many things to remedy,
Before I can face the world.
I sigh, resign myself to my own skin,
Skin that at times,
Has me crawling from within.
Even with these kohl chalked eyes,
Blushed rose cheeks,
Scarlett lips,
I don't match up,
I'll never be me, until I'm pretty.