Altered

My friend gave me a prompt "Plastic Surgery" and this is wait I came up with for it.

“Altered”
I look in the mirror
I’m so unpleased.
A nose too big, to small,
a smile not straight enough, not pretty at all.
And with one more look
my body shook.
Tears began to fall--
I wanted to crawl into myself like a ball.
Nothing seemed right.
Could I just hide out of sight?
Or I could make myself better!
I’ll write a list of things to change, each marked with a letter.
A.) My smile
B.) My nose
C.) My waist
D.) My chest
I couldn’t do much about the rest.[-pl[;p5p;l

“Mr. Plastic Surgeon, there’s some things I’d like to be done.”
“Come into my office…” My “perfect” self begun.
I gave him my list, but with just one look he gave it back to me.
“Why so many things you’d like to change? You’re already so beautiful, as perfect as can be.”
I looked at the ground
too disappointed-- ashamed-- to make a sound.
Silence fell as he waited for me to speak.
The voice in myself I was trying to seek.
“I look in the mirror and I’m so unpleased.
I want to look in the mirror and see
a new me.”
He looked at me with saddened eyes,
Breaking down my walls-- seeing my inner cries.
“It’s not your body that’s the problem, it’s your mind.
Look at yourself through my eyes and you’ll find
the beauty that lies
behind your very eyes.
A smile so bright
a nose that’s just right.
Go look in the mirror, naked and raw,
look past everything you think is a flaw.
I know you’ll find what it is that you seek,
I know this and I’ve only taken a peek.”

I look in the mirror
expecting to be unpleased,
but the one I’ve been yearning to see,
was standing right in front of me.