reflections

A look in the mirror and this is what i see,
a little girl staring back at me.
Red eyes, tired from crying,
a girl that was done with trying.
Lips that cannot talk,
legs that are unable to walk.
Be yourself is what they say,
a girl that changed everyday.
No extras around the waist,
this is the way, we were raised.
The love handles we all hate,
always trying to loose some weight.
Sraight hair, without a curl,
knowing, she'll never be a pretty girl.
That girl that i hate to see,
turned out to be me.