As I stare at my own reflection in the mirror,

The image starts to become clearer.

I am no beauty; I am more of a beast.

The image of myself disgusts me,

I know people are lying when they say that they disagree.

My reflection is full of flaws,

I don't know why I think like this,

I wish I knew the cause.

I feel like I was only made to be a mistake,

I long to have the beauty of a river or lake.

But I know that is very unlikely,

I wish to be a star so that I can shine brightly.

I do not like what I see in my reflection.

I am a walking imperfection.