Yet Another Poem

These past two days I've been finishing poems that I previously started. You might be able to tell well I stopped and picked it up again because the style changes but I like it. So here's another:

Mirror, Mirror
For a kid who never could look himself in the mirror,
I was always haunted by my own reflection.
I didn't want to face my own rejection.
I used to look up at the sky and search for shooting stars,
And wish that I could start over again,
Go back before I had these scars.

Why is it that we are so young when we realize that we aren't beautiful?
Who were the people who destroyed our worlds, with one cruel remark?
Who was it that told me jokingly that I was too dark?
I wonder if he remembers, the boy who looked at me with disgust and said my mother should be ashamed,
Now that I've lost weight I wonder if he'd still say the same.

I never doubted that I was born with a love for men,
but what made me decide that I liked them thin?
Why is it that since elementary school I've had a thing for blondes?
Is it just a coincidence or am I part of some big con?

Why is it that so often people stare but never look you in the eye?
That's something I'd like to know before I die.
I used to put others on pedestals but now I'm claiming my own.
And don't think I plan on moving, this is not a loan.
Now I look myself in the mirror,
And maybe I see things a little clearer.
But as far as I can see,
there's nothing wrong with me.