Mirror.

There once was a girl who got up every day, the same,
The first object she laid eyes on, was the object she became.
Her skin became smooth, her rosy cheeks turned cold,
Her once flawless alignment now turned to gold.
Her once sparkling eyes became very clear,
All she was, was a broken mirror.
Never wanting to be herself, she felt so diseased,
But now she could reflect others as much as she pleased.
The moral of the story is to be who you are,
Not to wish to be something bizarre.