I look at the mirror and I see a stranger's face,
And she's pretty at the beginning,
No wonder other strangers are nice to her...
But then she starts looking funny,
Her expectations got higher thanks to everyone's Complements,
And now she wonders what is it she's missing for what is to be expected of her to have is nowhere to be found near her.
YOU ARE READING
Breathers.
PoetryThese are just some of my random thoughts and you can also say that it's a collection for my other works, I hope that you find them enjoyable♡
