The Real Me
Beauty Is in the eye of the Beholder. Some say I am cute But when I look In the mirror I don't see The real me. The real me isn't blond The real me doesn't have blue eyes The real me has waist legnth hair, But not so easily managed. The real me has a crooked face, A rounded nose. The real me wears glasses And has had braces All her life. Every time I see The girl in the mirror, I ask if it is me. For I cannot feel how I look. I cannot see how Blessed with "beauty" Can be with me Personality. It seems as though All my luck Is in my looks Instead of my life, My relations. The face in the mirror Is someone else. It is someone with External beauty, It is someone with A figure. The real me has mousy hair Not quite wavy, not quite straight A few more pimples, But not too bad. The real me has hazel eyes Persistant yellow-brown. I am living someone else's life.
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