I’ve got a lot of faces,

It’s easy to mistake me for your own,

Sometimes I’ve got glasses, sometimes braces,

But, no matter the smiles, I’m always alone.

You stares into me and wish to be thin,

I stare back at you:

I wish I had skin,

Oh, if only you knew.

He stares into me and hates

All of himself.

Little does he know, I yearn to lift weights,

Just like he can, all by himself.

She stares into me and wants to be pretty,

But she, unlike me,

Is on a huge committee.

I wish she could just see.

Some days, you wish for a better figure,

Sone days, you admire your nice hair,

While me, I am unfamiliar

With all that, deep in my lair.

I am just a reflection,

But to you, I am not,

I’ve become an infection

Of these strange standards, to be pretty and hot.

You hate me for what you see,

But I wish I could have a form like you,

It isn’t easy,

And I wish you knew!