Having bed head fills me with dread

An embarrassment like no other

Puffy eyes yearn for a disguise

Do I really look like my mother?

Oily skin is the ultimate sin

Yet makeup is such a bother

Chapped lips equal snide snips

Can't they get any smoother?

 

Oh mirror, you fill me with fright

To see myself in such a sight

It makes me want to cry and scream

In order to be much more lean.

Your glass rips through my heart

And tears my very being apart

Pain ripping and splitting to just numb

Doubting everything I have become.

 

But, then I realize

 

You are just glass that doesn't last

You crack, snap, break under pressure

But I can and do survive

Because pressure makes me no lesser.

And your reflection is deception

Because it does not show

The truth underneath my youth-

Times I have been through and will go

 

So let me break you with the stress

And a great vigorous press

For I can withstand seven years of bad luck

But will go no more, thinking myself do suck.