When I look into the mirror, guess what I see?
Tan, makeup or just plan old me?
I look into the mirror, does it lie?
No, it doesn't, even though I make it try.
I look into the mirror, what do I get?
Frowns, sadness discontent?
Happiness, gratitude or just plan old fret?
This is my reflection, and its what you'll get.
I am not stunning nor am a not,
I am nothing to me, but to myself a lot.
For I believe that beauty isn't skin deep,
For I searched for mine and landed in a heap.
I hate my nose, and the mirror doesn't lie,
I hate my legs, o god I could cry.
When you look in the mirror, what…
