I look at myself in the mirror,
seeing all the imperfect things.
My hair isn't a right,
and I'm not very bright,
compared to the other girls here.
I look at myself in the mirror,
feeling sick at the skinny jeans I can never wear.
Why must it be me,
the one to ugly to free,
from the anchors that hold a girl here.
I look at myself in the mirror,
hating the black in my hair.
The ends are split,
and everyone's perfect,
everyone but me.
I look in the mirror,
and see all the stupid fear.
The dreams crashed,
the hopes smashed,
yet knowing no better than to give in to the peer pressure.
I look at myself in the mirror,
and tell myself that I'm a mess.
I haven't slept in days,
and I live in a daze,
and the sun keeps rising from the west.
I look at myself in the mirror,
and suddenly I see the facts.
I am the most beautiful girl,
and no one but me,
can set myself truly free.
I walk away from the mirror,
feeling ashamed as can be.
I put myself down,
I fell to the ground,
and God saved me.
