Confusion

I look in the miror, and what I do see?
A disgusting creature standing before me.
A girl too mediocre.
Not a traffic stopper,
Yet not completely ugly.
Not the biggest fatty,
But not at all thin.
And most of all, a child confused within.

I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
A mass of confusion standing before me.
No one completely understands her.
Though they try to decode her.
And I feel her pain,
I know that every day for her is a strain.
Tired of explaining,
Out of voice for complaining.

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
I see me.

What do you do
When your worst nightmare becomes you?

You raise your eyes to the heavens and bawl.
Hell hath no fury as an in internal brawl.