How Beautiful I Look

How beautiful I look,
In shadows and in blush.
How old and how mature;
My lips so red and lush.

But, that reflection is not I,
No, it must be someone else.
For my doll still lies beside me;
My toys upon my shelf.

My days are like a game;
Fun yet such a struggle.
My teddies call for childhood,
And I still run to snuggle.

My baby face is covered;
My eyes coated in blues;
Stockings run down my legs;
To my dainty high-heeled shoes.

How beautiful I look,
My hair pinned way up high.
Still I know deep in my heart;
That reflection is not I.