Scars and Supermodels

NOTE: I wrote this poem in less than 1 minute. I just started thinking and writing...I've never done that before. Heh, record breaking. Anyway, this si what I came up with. Don't condemn it too badly. I'm proud of myself, here.

Sometimes I just get so mad when I look in the mirror
I start tossing water at my face
And start screaming when nothing washes away
It makes me angry when I see the scars
You can never be a supermodel if you have scars
Unless you have make-up.
But what if you start feeling ugly again
And start tossing water at your face
Then you start screaming when it washes away
Because you still see the scars
You can never be a supermodel if you have scars.
Sometimes I wonder why I get so mad when I look in the mirror

Circular...much too circular. Overall, a pretty trite subject-matter, and nothing really sonorizes the piece. Thumbs down, though I often feel the first three lines.

If those scars are from fightin', you can call yourself a tough! A "Scarboy".
But err, yeah... it almost seemed like you repeated the same story twice.