Sometimes you show me beauty.

I look at the details of my face,

Lips.

Nose.

Eyes.

I admire them.

I look at my body,

Curves.

Skin.

Breasts.

I feel proud.

Comes the next day, 

You show me something different.

Were you deceiving me?

You toy with me.

I look at my face,

Boring.

My body,

Awkward.

I'm ugly. I'm plain.

I glare at you.

I glare at you.

But then, 

I'm only glaring at myself.