Poem.
The mirror is daunting me
It stares back and grimaces at what it sees
I stand and shake my head, I'm a disgrace
Nobody wants to stand and take my place
She's always compared me to those girls in magazines
Wondering when I might stop trying
She cackles when I draw the blood
My self destruction means she's won
She may have triumphed in the past
Silly me isn't going to let this last
I laugh right back at her and break her perfect face
This won't be the final battle nor the final place
I hold her stern gaze firmly and try to make her see
The world isn't as perfect as she'd like it to be
Try as she might she won't be able to change much
A beautiful swan trying to control the ugly ducks
It stares back and grimaces at what it sees
I stand and shake my head, I'm a disgrace
Nobody wants to stand and take my place
She's always compared me to those girls in magazines
Wondering when I might stop trying
She cackles when I draw the blood
My self destruction means she's won
She may have triumphed in the past
Silly me isn't going to let this last
I laugh right back at her and break her perfect face
This won't be the final battle nor the final place
I hold her stern gaze firmly and try to make her see
The world isn't as perfect as she'd like it to be
Try as she might she won't be able to change much
A beautiful swan trying to control the ugly ducks