Flaws

Everyone says I'm beautiful and pretty.
But when I look in the mirror I see someone who's ugly.
I usually see her when I don't turn away too quickly.
I see her more clearly,
Than the one who's full of beauty.
When I see the girl in the mirror I feel like that's how I look, truly.
The temptation in me turns back around to face her coolly.
She tells me things telepathically.
We have an inside war and she's not giving up because she's a bully.
She looks exactly like me but her eyes are full of merciless and cruelty.
She only speaks of negativity.
With her around I always leave my reflection feeling gloomy.
Why is she like this to me?
No longer feeling confidence and happiness but sadness and insecurity.
One day she'll change and only speak of positivity,
But until them I'm full of vulnerability,
Because she'll always be on the other side of the glass waiting for me.