Standing here looking in the mirror
Staring at what Is ment to be me.
Wishing I was something else
Something else people could see.
I don't know what people see but they say different than I see.
I see a plain old simple me
But other see a pretty me.
I'm told my eyes and smile Are pretty
But is that just people being whitty
Do they really see me in that way
Maybe I will to someday.
I wish I could see what others see
I wish I was the perfect me
Nothing can change what I can see
I just see the plain simple me.