Hello my name is Emily

Iam twelve years old and I attend one of the top schools in America

I know I should be grateful and appreciative but I can barely believe I made it in

yes it is a major achievement for me, following after my brothers footsteps and all

But honestly I wish it was something I missed out on (yes I said it)

or the past year and a half I have attended this school I have struggled with my appearance

everywhere I look there is someone with light beautiful skin

or beautiful straight teeth

or even hair that flows like a never ending waterfall

but here I am

just another face in the hall to ignore

I have short choppy hair it's never been able to grow even

I have this humongous nose that never fails to hold a blemish

and these huge crooked teeth that my parents can't afford to fix

I just don't fit in at all and that's just with the average group

then I look at the popular crowd

I see all of them have some sort of exotic look

with the pretty eyes

supermodel figure

cute soft voice

and all the makeup known to earth

but here I am

brown eyes

shaped like a melting candle, no definition

with this weird low pitched scratchy voice

with no known knowledge on how to apply make up at least to my satisfaction

i'm just a shadow on a wall

just another face I see staring back at me as I speak to the only thing that cares to listen

the mirror

I am the Mirror

everyday Emily and I have this daily talk

she complains about how she doesnt fit in with the crowd at school

or about how she wishes she had a different body shape and frame

she even cries sometimes or try to perform some sort of self harm

but all I can do is try to fix the picture she sees but i'm no magic mirror held in the hands of such beast

I cannot reveal to her how much beauty she possesses

from her beautifully shaped brown eyes

and her perfectly shaped button nose

to her beautiful bright smile she fails to let anyone see, barely me

and her beautiful short curly hair that compliments her face like roses do romance

and her voice it makes my heart want to sing hallelujah while starring into the eyes of beauty itself

she always show me the clothes she should wear that show her perfectly shapely figure

but she always return with a baggy shirt and sweats even though either way she still looks beautiful

she confuses me so

she comes in every morning around about 5am and puts on a boatload of mascara, eyeliner and foundation

but all it does is hide her true beauty

it makes me sad to see how much she lacks confidence

I feel helpless and misplaced

if only I was inside out