Mirrors Conclusion

When I look into the mirror, guess what I see? Tan, makeup or just plan old me? I look into the mirror, does it lie? No, it doesn't, even though I make it try. I look into the mirror, what do I get? Frowns, sadness discontent? Happiness, gratitude or just plan old fret? This is my reflection, and its what you'll get. I am not stunning nor am a not, I am nothing to me, …

…without losing my pride. You look in the mirror, what do you see? Both of us young, pretty and carefree. For I am told I am beautiful, but I'm shallow inside I wear makeup, and I wont change my mind. I'm only 15 and already I fret, That my looks will die, but I must never forget, That beauty is skin deep, and we are all beautiful inside So stand up straight and release your pride!