look at me

look at me, what do you see? a pretty face, pretty smile, A prefect girl, approximately. i look in the mirror, am i looking at me? they say "she's pretty!" but who is "she"? i see mistakes, i see scars, imperfections all the way. "she" can't be me, i'm not pretty, I'm not pretty like they say. the only thing i DO see, the eyes staring back at me, with no mouth to speak, they're saying what they see in me. "this girl could go far, but too low, she sets her bar." i try to be confident, still figuring out who i am. a poet with scrambled words. hard to put together, this incomplete slam.