When I look in the mirror, my ugly insides look back at me. I know I am beautiful, because everyone tells me so. But what they do not see is the ugly beast of self-loathing that lurks on the inside. They do not see the girl who speaks poorly of her friends to make herself better. They do not see the scars that come from years of others telling you that you are not enough. All they see is the pretty mask that I use to hide this hideous me that is lost in the fear of never knowing if I will amount to anything. That is what I see when I look in the mirror.