Photograph

Wake up to the sun rise

Ready for any surprise

I look into the mirror

And the shame reaches my eyes

People say the mirrors lie

Not showing what’s inside

But when i see myself there

I can only stand and stare

Am I really beautiful?

Like my beloveds tell me so?

The hair everywhere,

Blemishes dotting my skin

The paleness of my cheek

And the crooked of my smile.

Am I really beautiful?

The endless flaws compile.

The lists continue as I check them off

Yes. This and that are not in style.

Am I really beautiful?

Compared to the perfect women in the pictures.

To the ones who smile at all the boys and wave to every stranger.

Inside I don't see it, Their superficial beautiful.

I think I am beautiful, but I can never be sure.

To think is to be.

Therefore, I am.