Grass green eyes greet a great glowing grin;
Rosy round cheeks reach rigid red lips.

Bent brown brows beneath a big bony forehead,
Have hair of a brown hue hanging hopelessly before them.

A narrow nose and little lashes;
A pointy widow’s peak with which all the hair clashes.

For soft fair skin forms a face with a grin,
Yet from the frustrated frown forms a grin upside down.

Grass green eyes great a great glowing grin;
But underneath glows the grief within.

Rosy round cheeks reach rigid red lips;
But from reading the words these red lips form,
One reads regret for straying from the norm.

Who is that girl I glare at in the glass?
Is that really me, someone I cannot surpass?