when i look in the mirror (poem)

if wishes felt like rain,

then i certainly am a storm,

i imagine in my brain,

the hope that i can conform.

i paint my face,

with makeup and such,

in hopes i can replace,

this ugly flush.

i cry and i cry,

i pray and i pray, 

that i could just die, 

but today is not that day.

but as time passes, 

i felt myself change,

i embraced my rashes,

though i seem strange.

i love me for me,

flaws and all, 

i know i can be, 

pretty as a doll.

-afterlifeval