When I look into the mirror

I don’t see

The pretty girl

Everyone says is me

Instead there’s an ugly person

I just don’t understand.

I try everything.

Makeup. Pretty clothes. Dieting.

Every day I look in the mirror

Am I pretty now?

Am I pretty now?

Am I pretty now?

It just gets worse.

Am I beautiful?

Am I beautiful?

Am I beautiful?

The monster smiles and grows even uglier.

Am I gorgeous?

Am I gorgeous?

Am I gorgeous?

I realize I was all along

Until I started asking if I was.

Because now the monster’s come out of the mirror…

And lives within.