Plain old simple me

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.