I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
The face of a girl
And that girl is me.
Unplucked eyebrows
A scar above my eye
Hairs on the upperlip
And a mole as big as a pie.
I don't understand
How he can look at me
My ugliness and all
And still say I am pretty.
I feel unworthy
Of the attention from this boy
So pure and wonderful
While I act stupid and coy.
Why is a girl like me
Being showed that he does care
With attention and smiles
And a gift of a teddy bear?
I look in the mirror
And wonder what he can see
Because it obviously
Is not me.