I glanced in the mirror
and my looks caused a strain.
My image was sloppy
and my appearance was plain.
On the outside I struggled
to accept me for me.
Inside I was crying
where nobody could see.
My nose looked pointy
and my ears were large.
My mouth kept a frown
when my eyes were in charge.
I saw more than enough
of the ugly that shone.
'The mirror tells no lies'
I thought with a groan.
Where was the beauty
that I had hoped to see?
Would it cost me money
or by a miracle be free?
I hated to look closely
at my own ugly face.
I was disgusted with myself
and tried to hide the disgrace.
I felt like the beast
among those of beauty.
My friends were great
and they called me a cutie.
I never understood
why my friends didn't gag.
I thought I looked awful
with the face of a hag.
I knew many people
and not once did they stare.
I was always included
and they treated me fair.
On the inside I loved
all who came my way.
My compassion was sweet
and I served others all day.
Not once was I told
that I was ugly and fat
The beauty inside
had drowned out all that.
They could see more
than I saw in the mirror.
with eyes of difference
good looks did appear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superficial beauty declines with age, but the beauty within lasts forever and shines through any physical shortcomings. Very wise and philosophical write.