Is This Really Me?

I stare into the mirror, half-heartedly content with what I see, My hair is awry, my tooth is crooked, and my nose is sporting a zit as large as a bumble-bee, No more time to lose, I have to get the class; I wonder what people think of me as I pass, I feel their eyes upon me, snapping up from my soles to my head, Sometimes I wish I could be Jessica Alba instead. I head on home and try different hair-do’s and outfits on, All of them look revolting; there is something very wrong…with me. I slop make-up on to conceal myself from the world, At work I see that attractive boy flirt with that gorgeous girl. At last I wake up from the horrible dream that used to be, Because that girl with no hope, no security used to be…me Today, I go to class, then work, standing up straight and tall, I smile at everyone realizing how beautiful we all are. I glance into the mirror and what do I see? A unique and special human-being that has won the battle against insecurity.