I look in the mirror
And onslaught myself
With harsh, ugly comments
       Why was I crying? 
       Now I look ugly
       With puff uped bug eyes
       
       Stand straight
       I'm not sick
       But I am
      
       Why am I so pale? 
       Quit crying
       But I can't.
I look in the mirror
And keep crying.
What's wrong with me? 
That's all I do.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    