Every day I look in the mirror but rarely do I see my reflection
Instead I just see the reason I often garner men’s affection

In the mirror I can see the scar on my face but I miss the imperfections in my actions
Instead I just see big brown eyes, long brown hair and stare with satisfaction

In the mirror I look myself in the eye but never do I own up to the hurt I have inflicted
Instead the mirror lets me exist however I would like to be depicted

A mirror is hard…but yet its never been tough on me at all
Instead it’s always let my ugliness fall

The mirrors that line my walls do not point out my flaws or my beauty
Only a friend who takes the time to look inside can do that duty

Every day, usually after I look in the mirror, I do see my reflection
Through my friends and family who have my attention

I now know I can’t see what I look like in a mirror because that’s not real
To see what you look like you must ask those around you how you make them feel