Hello there, girl in the mirror,
Girl staring back at me.
She is nothing much to look at,
She's not much to see.
She's tall, lanky, & awkward,
She's got an abnormally long neck.
Her eyebrows desperatley need to be plucked,
My God, I'm a wreck.
They say I\'m rude, scary, & strange,
I never know quite what to do.
Please do not pity me,
I'll probably just hate you.
I'm sorry for not being pretty,
I'm not your blonde-haired, blue-eyed American girl.
I'm not a future beauty queen,
With dreams of peace in the world.
It's funny, I never used to be ugly,
I never used to be too skinny or too fat.
So why do I think I am now?
Oh right, because you told me that.
I'm not supposed to believe what people say,
So why do I believe this about myself?
Maybe it's because majority rules,
Or maybe I just need help.
I can't be that different from all of you,
Aren't we the same in any way?
Don't you ever have questions?
Don't you have things to say?
Do you ever scream at the top of your lungs?
Do you ever watch movies & cry?
Do you ever look in the mirror & hate who you see?
Do you ever just wonder why?
I see you all every day,
And to me you're all the same.
You'll leave here the same person,
Who you were when you first came.
I don't understand why you\'re viewed as perfect,
When so much is obviously wrong.
I'll never try to imitate you,
I'd rather be a "loser" but strong.
So are you one of the "beautiful people?"
Or are you ugly?
Are you a clone of everyone else?
Or are you a freak like me?
