True Life: I Hate My Face

the mirror's looking through
can't look into what looks through you
and i'm not satisfied
ain't nobody's child bride

yet pieces of me seem
to be taken from a bad dream
and everybody stares
don't they know how much i care

you tell me to stop crying
but deep inside i'm dying
and it's not about the vanity
i don't want you to look at me

i hate my face