There’s this girl in the mirror…

And she’s beautiful.

I look the other way,

Thinking “I am nothing compared to her…”

But I come back.

I wonder how someone can be so pretty.

I feel so ugly next to her.

But then I would look at that girl in the mirror.

And it would hit me.

She’s me…

I find it hard to remember,

Just what others might see.

Some say that word.

Yet I can’t believe them.

Some days are good

I see the pretty me.

Others are bad and I see the ugly one.

One day I’ll look in the mirror

And the girl I will see,

She’ll be beautiful

And I’ll believe that it’s me.