Look at yourself in a mirror,

Isn't it special?

Beautiful?

One of a kind?

But I guess you really don't care,

Love,

or even mind.


Or else you wouldn't hate your reflection,

hate you.

Can you prove me wrong?

Then it has to be true...


Why do you dislike yourself?

Are you ugly and stupid?

Are you lonely, and wish for a chance of love

From Cupid?


Well beauty comes from the inside,

Not the make-up or hair,

If you don't believe me,

Trust me when I say I care


So remember this poem,

when you're lonely, angry, or sad,

and stop wishing for things,

You've always had...