Is that truly me? Me being displayed,

On that mirror, in that picture, here see,

My distorted face, nose too big, breasts too small.

18 and still no ass, no ass at all.

Hey Mr. yeah you. What are you looking at?

Either you scoping the girl behind me, because I know I’m too fat.

Can’t you see them pointing, whispering, staring.

No, no more. Why, because I have the upper hand,

 I Shall melt myself away as fire melts wax,

And make a liquid pool of me and my ugliness,

Look at me now, no face, no freckles, I am perfection