I look in the mirror and I see a girl
with big green eyes
pink delicate lips
chopped brown hair
This girl is called pretty, the compliment is impersonal and superficial
I scratch away my reflection and take another look
I see hate, mistakes, lies, a monster
Dissapointment that runs through my veins spills out onto the glass
I've cleaned my mirror a million times
in hopes of an improved picture
No matter how streak free, there is still the shattered monster staring back.
If you knew me, you wouldn't call me pretty.
Well your writing is pretty so that shows something more important than outside appearance. I don't know you or what you look like, but there is clearly more to your character than the shallow things that people may observe about you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty comes from within. I think it is great that young people can search for inner beauty, even while admiring their pretty face in the mirror. Fantastic poem. Every day we get tens of oppotunities to let our inner beauty shine. Nobody succeeds all the time, but through daily reflection 10 minutes before sleep already enough) and the craving for inner beauty we can come bit by bit closer to liking our face in the mirror, even if at first glance it looks not too pretty. Keep it up, Jenny, The more I read of your poems, the greater they look.