There's a woman peering at me; peering outside at the woman peering at myself. In the mirror I see myself peering at the woman. But, she doesn't see inside herself. She doesn't see myself, I don't see the beauty in the woman I'm peering at inside myself; no there is no beauty. Peering from the inside, with so much beauty, looking at the woman peering on the inside with no beauty. The woman on the outside wants the woman on the inside, myself I can't have, for I have no beauty and I can't be what the woman sees on the inside for even the inside sees the true woman on the outside as part of herself on the inside. Myself in the mirror I see, though The woman peering from the inside, is the same woman peering from the outside, yet she can't see herself as anything other than myself. She wishes I was other than myself, both inside and out. But, beauty on the inside is not beauty on the outside, myself I see, but herself I do not wish for.