Mirrors show you truth. They show it crystal clear.
But sometimes, mirrors get dirty.
Am I who I think I am when I look into the mirror?
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a blurry image of a girl with oily, unkept hair and a pair of tired eyes.
Sometimes I see a clear image of a nerd with fat cheeks.
Sometimes I see a pretty image of a teenager with long dark hair.
I want a paper doll, to draw perfect features on, a wonderful figure, the prettiest dresses.
But when I start drawing, the eyes are crooked, the smile looks like one of a pedo, the head is five times larger than the rest of the body.
And I realise, I cannot become beautiful just by myself.
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