Upon her reflection, I see her stare
at an image looking there.
An image she saw, she saw defected
- a beauty not sought, but rejected.
In her ears, many names so crude
like whore, ugly and all that is rude.
She believes the voices and what the voices said;
the torment that filled this dame with dread.
She ponders and wonder all her flaws,
all her pores and her odd shaped jaw.
The beauty she lusts she did not see,
she envies the beauty that man decree.
With scars upon scars, her face she re-sculpted,
her desired beauty she had exalted.
An angel, she dreamt herself to be;
but merely a monster the world now sees.
Upon her reflection, I see her stare
at an image looking there.
An image she saw, she saw defected
- a beauty no longer, but a soul rejected.