What do I see?

An older poem of mine.

What do I see?

 

I look in the mirror

And what do I see

I see someone ugly

Looking at me

I look at my hair

Strait as can be

If only there was a curl

Once upon my closest dream

Then I look at my eyes

Covered by those funny glasses

And I look like the normal dork

Who’s afraid to skip any classes

Next I move onto my mouth

Buck teeth and boring

I guess it really wants

Me to be snoring

I move onto my chest

and it’s flat as a board

not even the curve

of a letter in a word

We move down to my a*s

The same as my chest

Not a curve or a bump

To have to look past

One day I got tired

Of being the same

I went and asked for a perm

That’s when it all began

I got waves and curls

It was a dream come true

Then I got braces and

My teeth were different too

I got older and curvier

It’s still not the best

But it’s better than being flat

Like it was in the past

My glasses are still there

But that’s only for now

Oh the changes I adored

And there all mine now!!!