Why?

She looks at her self in the mirror.

The pain in her heart is like no other 

in the world. She looks at the imperfections 

in her self. 

“Why am I so ugly”

She never saw the true beauty in herself

Everyone around her said she was

Beautiful 

Pretty

Flawless 

But why couldn’t she see that in herself?

Why couldn’t she see what they were seeing?

Question she could never answer.

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