I look in the mirror,
My face stares back,
With all of it's flaws,
Way far from perfect,
That's me,
Pale lips, rings under the eyes,
Who more often cries than smiles,
Who just won't fit, and stays alone,
On every party, for every dance,
Who just fails at making friends,
And is best of staying at home.

I look in the mirror,
Paint over what stares back,
I will erase the flaws,
And make it perfect,
A new me,
With red lips, and pretty eyes,
That only beautifully smiles,
That will fit in, won't be alone,
On the party, and for every dance,
But that will make tons of friends,
And is everywhere at home.

I look in the mirror,
A stranger stares back,
With a flawless mask,
Every inch perfect,
That's not me,
But an actress - or a clown,
Who has red lips and pretty eyes,
And forever only smiles,
And who fits, yet still is alone,
On the stage, in the circus tent,
Without any real friend,
But knows the show must go on.

-A/N I put on make up for a party yesterday (which I normally don't do), and my first thought was that I looked like a complete clown. So well....this poem happened after I came home again...
Stay human,
Sero 💙-