Poetry:Flawful

You'd prob'ly just tell me, 'you're beautiful'.

You're supposed to because you're my friend.

But everyone knows that what matters most 

is what says the mirror in my head?

And if I would dare to be honest with you,

I'd say that I envy her smile

and her hair and her bust and her waist and her hips

I'm a monster, at least in my eyes.

I feel lucky to live in a time such as this.

I can
shun Mother Nature's mistakes;

And no one's the wiser, not that many care

if my DP's a real or a fake.

And what of the mirror that's inside my head?

Is it happy with what I have done?

Not when envy can never be satisfied 

Or when 'perfect', one cannot become.