BeccaSTAR: The Public Reflection

Imperfection is what I see,
when I look in the mirror,
It's a fighting battle,
for devastating beauty.

I hope and I pray,
That on one special day,
I'll look like the girl,
In "fashions say."

I wanted,
so much to be,
attractive,
so you would notice me.

I feel so small,
and weak.
Never able to be,
more than bleak.

I was always just the "friend,"
and nothing else could be.
Together was never an option,
at least not with me.