Why must I always feel pain when I look at the girls that pass by me.
Average height, thin body, clear skin, and over all perfect.
Smart, athletic, and cute in every boys eyes.

Why are they born that way?
Why are the able to be so beautiful?
While some of us are just living in our dread. 

Every morning of everyday I have to look in that mirror in my room.
And everyday I have to go through that pain.
I'm ugly, overweight, and oddly proportioned.

Bringing my discomfort just knowing this is who I am.
And I have to live this way
Unable to do anything about it. 

That perfect smile.
That perfect nose.
And those beautiful eyes.

I want to have that clear skin.
I want to feel great.
I want to be pretty.

So why must I live in this sorrow?
All I want is to be happy.
Just happy.

. . .
But that will never happen,
If my eyes meet that reflection. 

Goo Jae Hee