I gaze into the mirror and see a scared reflection,
it only takes one glance to know it`s not perfection.
I stare a little longer and looking back at me,
a teenage girl trapped craving to be free.
So i try my hardest to fix the mistakes,
to take back whats wrong no matter what the stakes.
Igo to sleep at night and dream of the day,
that i will be pretty in every single way.
Though I feel at times thst i`ll never be free,
always something there forever stopping me.
And i hope and pray that someday maybe,
I`ll reach my final goal and find perfection in me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem