I don’t think I’m pretty
But I’m near enough to beauty
They say I’m far away
Form those fields
Flied with daisy’s some say it’s because:
I’m utterly lazy
I won’t put thi efforts in so
The mirror frowns at me
Discreetly.
Paint your face in! It ''screams'' at me.
While I reply ''I’m not that ugly''
I argue and he mocks me
I then begin to gaze at the stars that don’t judge me
As I stand there with my windows open
It creeps in secretly
The breeze of the sweet night touches me deeply
It shows its face only to greet my simplicity
While the mirror continuously cracks and doubts my scenery
I tie up my hair neatly
Soon after I join in the argue
And name my reflection unseen
Because to me I’m my true hearts queen
I say ''its not the outside painting
That’s definitive''
It’s the persona that’s
Addictive 3
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem