I wake up every morning and look at me. It's true I don't like that monster I see. Of all the things I could be, what I want the most is to be pretty.
I try my best to fix it up, this face that forever disgraces me. My hair won't stay it's turning gray, I see my smile fading away, a frown is all it wants to be.
For just one day if I could look great even pretty or good or okay, I'd show myself off and be proud to say I am who I am, oh if mirrors could betray.
So one last time I try, please mirror be fair, I paint my face I curl my hair my teeth shine white my heart stops with despair my only flicker of hope lies there.
The moment of truth I walk up to your door hoping you see all my effort and more. You look to my eyes then to all of my face, my smile limp, pitiful, and sore. 
Your laughter rings loud before I have a chance to whisper your door slams shut I hear "Can you believe? It's her!" My beauty melts off and my mind is quite sure.
I remind myself the fact I have faced my fears but I cannot withstand any more painful jeers. My heart falls to pieces, my chest is too heavy, the only beauty on me is the sparkle of my tears.