Ugly Me, Pretty Me

This poem features a young woman who uses makeup to get ready because she is scared and ashamed of her bare, natural face.

I look in the mirror 
Red face, scars 
I wouldn't want to be her 
So here we are 
I grab a tube and brush 
Slide it around 
Be careful not to dab too much 
Or become a clown 
My face is clean and smooth 
But alas 
Her eyes are tiny and blue 
Let's fix this fast 
I pack on the colors 
Eyes are bright 
I can make a perfect wing 
With lots of height 
I fill in the brows now 
Here they come 
I feel so much prettier 
But I'm not done 
She's still not good enough 
The mirror shows 
Just grab some bronzer to buff 
And give a glow 
I put blush on my cheeks 
Line the lips 
A perfect color I seek 
And pink is hip 
Is she presentable? 
For the world? 
The image looks quite pleasing 
From rock to pearl 
I would say that I'm fine 
I can leave 
The girl inside the mirror 
Is proud of me 
She's no longer ugly 
Relief met 
But then suddenly I see 
Her eyes are wet 
I know just how she feels 
How insecure 
But we'll dry our eyes and smile 
And we won't tell the world