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, but to myself a lot.
For I believe that beauty isn't skin deep,
For I searched for mine and landed in a heap.
I hate my nose, and the mirror doesn't lie,
I hate my legs, o god I could cry.
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
Wrinkles, spots? Your beauty's free!
When I look in the mirror, I know this is my life
Lucky and safe without going under the knife.
For beauty IS skin deep, but I could not see,
For I am shallow, and forever will be.
I look in the mirror, what do I see?
A beautiful person staring back at me?
For we all a beautiful, if not in face but deep down inside,
I have to be beautiful, but 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!