What do they see when they look at me?
The same me I see in the mirror?

When I look at my self,
What do I really see?

Am I that girl in the mirror,
Who looks so worried?

That can't be me.
I don't care what people think.

Or do i?
What if I do?

Am I shallow for thinking like this?
What have I become?

I will not be one of those girls,
The ones who stand around talking about how they look.

Maybe if I look away,
Things will be better.

No,
I'm still me.

I'll count to three and think of something else...
One, Two, Three

No,
I'm still stuck.

What am I looking at?
I'm not ugly.

Why am I so paranoid?
There really is no reason.

I'm not perfect,
sure.

But hey,
No one is.

What a waste of time,
Thinking about something so petty.

What would my friends say,
If they knew what I was thinking?

I'm just right for me,
I don't need to look great.

I'm just me,
Nothing special.

Who cares about that girl in the mirror?
She's not me, not really.

Just an image,
Of what others see me as.

But I don't know them,
I probably never will.

I don't care what they say,
I am who I want to be, nothing less.

I'm more than enough for me.