Pretty Lies and Ugly Truths

Mirrors are just bits of glass
No more than glass you see 
Yet the person I am staring at the glass 
Is not that very pleased 
For looking at the thing I see
I pick out all these flaws
These flaws consume consume my mind for me 
Crawling through my thoughts
It’s a shame I can’t see through the glass
As impossible as it sounds
It was so very possible 
Before the ridicules got this loud 
And now we, as society, have made
Beauty so select
Now beauty is this skinny stick 
There’s no room for the rest 
So we are forced to turn to conformity 
To please each other’s eyes
Yet beauty is not the same to me
Variety is beauty in disguise