Mirrors

You're not pretty, you're beautiful

I feel as if I am trapped in a room full of mirrors

But these mirrors are unique killers

They will kill ones soul

Without knowing at all

The reflection of your natural face

Feels like your on an ugly chase

You're hiding behind a product

With dye and make-up

How sad it is what you do to be pretty

Yet you hadn't known

You're beautiful without that all