I pray! Why does beauty elude me?
My heart broken, by your dearth
Last admiration was somewhat around my birth
Now, I feel invisible to the world
Slight gazes often offered, yet I still feel small



Staring into this pier glass
Paint and ointment I knead
Just so it gratifies the eyes
Is it me I see?
I see nothing more than mere covering
Is this really where my beauty lies?



So what is it I see now?
Beauty?...