Looking in the mirror all I see is hate
Imagining what beauty I myself could create
Why do I not like who is staring back at me?
Maybe I can deceive all those who see.
Perfection seems so far away.
How will I make it through the day?
Self-hatred radiates from my pores.
All I want to do is spread my wings and soar.
Lately life has taught me to believe
that beauty is really deep within me.