The Image In the Mirror

You see a beautiful woman

who is strong and who is kind

I see a list of imperfections

who is awkward and who is shy

Most can say "thank you"

with a confident smile

when a compliment is offered

to them once in a while

I stutter and I stammer

or laugh and look away

thinking they can't be talking about me

no matter what they say

I wish that I could feel

that I deserve a stranger's praise

or the kind word from a friend

who's sincerity is in their face

How can I be seen as beautiful

I haven't reached my goal

How can I be seen as strong or kind

when I'm feeling outta control

I am not happy with what I see

I don't like being in my skin

How can I see beauty

When there's only disgust within

I have a lot to be proud of

A lot going for me here

But none of that changes

The image in the mirror