In the midst of the gale


I found myself, helpless and pale


A girl called Aanu, censorious of the image 


Staring back at her in the mirror, the horror of her own visage



 

So beauty is in the eye of the beholder


Unless the one who owns it turns a cold shoulder 


To the beauty of oneself


Let me be, the queen bee, and I'd still  be an elf



 

But beauty fades, they say


after its bloom, like a magnolia in May


Intelligence is more salient 


More tangible than the unreliable Pulchritude so transient


 


I'm such a figure shrouded 


in mystery, in a world crowded


So pensive. Yet filled with feelings, dealings so intensive



To the ones who love me


Preppy as can be, 


I still prove enigmatic


Troublesome, but wholesome, and eccentric



 

So love me ,if you dare


Might prove to be a scare


Risky as it might seem


Life is a thriller, even so the miller deems



 

The girl in the mirror


Looks back to my horror


A reflection of me outwardly 


Ever a novelty, even worse than true royalty, but never cowardly