Author's Note: I wrote this poem about someone who has the lowest self-a steam. Then she looks into her soul and sees beauty.
When I look in the mirror this is what I see:
I see just plain little old me,
Nothing beautiful or special,
I don’t have a good meshell,
Not that’s it’s too bad,
Though it makes me very sad,
I told what I saw to Mom,
and our tiny cat Tom,
But today Mom pulled my aside,
She told me to look on the inside,
I did what she said,
Now look where it lead,
I’m perfectly beautiful inside and out,
Now I have no reason to pout.
