Looking into the glass.
A broken reflection.
Scars so deep inside.
Too deep for human eyes.
Twisted images.
Lies disguised as truth.
Striving for perfection.
I want to look like you.
Perfect figure.
Perfect eyes.
Perfect face.
Envy overcomes me.
I change myself.
All nourishment ceases.
I must be exactly like you.
Or something must be wrong.
My body grows weaker.
My eyes grow weary.
Still I strive for perfection.
I strive to be you.
Hunger is passing.
Food is worth nothing.
I must give up everything.
That's stands in my way.
I'm told that I'm beautiful.
But I do not believe.
I only see a beast.
Not what others see.
Each passing day.
Brings problems of its own.
The life slowly passes.
As time rolls on.
I feel as though no one.
Can understand.
The pain that I feel.
The hunger in my soul.
But there is one who sees.
One who understands.
He fashioned me.
Made me just the way I am.
He loves me.
Though I may not see.
I'm beautiful to Him.
And its all that matters now.
He proved His love to me.
He took my place.
Died for all creation.
No regards to mein.
He's given me a new reflection.
I see myself through His eyes.
I see that I am beautiful.
In ways I've never known.
He does not look upon the face.
Nor the body, nor the mind.
He looks into the heart.
Where true beauty abounds.
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