REFLECTION

She swears she's not beautiful, but that's what they call her.
She makes herself believe that she is useless, but her best friends need her. 
She thinks no one understands her, yet she doesn't even understand herself.
She feels like she's 1 foot tall, and can't reach something on the top shelf.
She wants to laugh, she wants to love, she wants to live her life.
But she can't do that if shes hurting like she got stabbed with a knife.
She looks in the mirror and her reflection is me.
I look at myself and imperfection is what i see.