Young Writers Society

Ok, just a quick warning, I'm just writing this now, so it has not been thought over or editted or anything of the sort. It's written on impulse, because I wanted to use the title. With that being said, since this is a very first draft I would loooove a lot of comments and such, even if it's just to tell me you love it or hate it.  Thanks!

When I glance in the mirror I am met by a face,
just a face, just a girl, a reflection of me.
And I ask myself why I was put in this place,
standing here in this world being all I can be.

And my hair falls in waves, and my eyes sparkle green,
and my smile is all wrong, and my face is so plain.
All the voices I've heard, all the people I've seen,
they all come flooding back like a curtain of rain.

A collage of the ones that are better and stuff,
and a movie of stronger and smarter than me.
All around me the world says I'm not good enough,
I am tortured and punished by all that I see.

And yet deep down I know what they say is so true.
What am I but a sinner, a liar a cheat?
Not one thought from my mind has been fancy or new;
I have not been a genius with incredible feats.

I'm not perfect, I know, and I never will be,
but a thought interrupts and I let it take hold:
What if perfect is not what we're meant to see;
if my God has more power than all of the world?

And I see that perfection is more than a face;
at the start of my life I was given a chance
to give into the lies and abandon the race,
or to be who I am and live out my own dance.

After all I've been told, after all of the lies,
I can see that I'm more than a face in a mirror.
Because no matter what all that beauty crap dies,
and one sees that their true beauty lies beyond here.


And besides I am me and that IS good enough
I will always be perfect in my imperfect way!