In the mirror, why can’t I see,
The beauty that’s inside of me?
All I see is my imperfections and flaws,
And all I do is figure out their cause.

Is it because I don’t work out and eat too much?
Maybe I should start skipping lunch.
Is it because my face is blotch and clear?
Is that why the others laugh and sneer?

Why can’t I be perfect?
Why is everything about me incorrect?
Maybe I should accept it.
Maybe I deserve the disrespect.

I should be skinny, I should be tall,
Really, I don’t blame the others at all.
I am a reject, and I am weak.
I am useless, and I am a freak.

So maybe now the only thing left to do
Is to bow my down and subject myself to
Society and the standards they hold,
Even though I know my heart will grow cold.