In Front Of The Mirror

Staring myself on the mirror, hating my appearance

Ruffled hair and acne all around, what an interference!

“I’m pretty!” “I’m really pretty!” Useless monologues

I don’t want to admit it, ending today’s current prologue

I tell myself not to look, and yet my pride is crumbling

Trying to look beautiful, yet my ugliness is stumbling

I’m not letting anyone tell me off, yet I feel like sobbing

Of how I try to cheer myself up, but I ended up failing

I’m falling down in my negative cage, full of depression

Seeing the pretty and risky ladies, sobbing out emotions

Of how I can’t be like them, despite of having a kind heart

If personalities are noticed first, then I can have a nice part

If only I can just show what’s inside, then I feel much belonged

But with how society accepts people, I’ll be pointed in the wrong

Laughing that spits out denial and despair, crushing my own pride

Throwing me away like sweeping dust off, setting myself aside

As I begin another prologue of myself, and it ends quickly

Praying that I won’t look ugly, yet it won’t work, unfortunately

Like a rejected engagement ring, sulking in my own sadness

Of how people justify looks of person filled with kindness