The mirror isn’t helpful,
As she can never see beyond the edges of her face.
Only she knows its still a shock
To see the image of this stranger.
Though guys often call her pretty,
She still lays unconvinced.
And the girl’s friends who speak to her,
Who interrupt themselves to say,
“your eyes are beautiful.”
Are apt to make her blush and turn away.
Beauty isn’t a gift that she can see.
In others, of course, she can, but not in herself.
Thus she has lived in doubt and always will.
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