what the mirror says.

am i attractive i ask the mirror.
as the tears run from my unsatisfied eyes.
as my smile quivers to a frown.
the mirror tells me no.
i feel myself sinking down.
i crave the acceptance of the mirror telling me things i don’t know.
i ask every day.
hoping for the mirror to tell me yes and fill me with joy.
but yet the mirror tells me no yet again.
its the same every day.