"Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show who I am inside?"
Reflections of me. They ripple like sprinkles in water.
I do my best to tread softly so they don't show too much.
But they are there!
Insecurities. Impurities. Fallacies.
I cover them up. Layering on makeup.
Hoping my languid eyes mesmerize you enough
to glaze over the rough spots.
I smile too prettily for you not to love me.
The pure notes from my voice convinces you.