I look in the mirror and I don't like what I see
They may say I'm pretty, but I know better
I know beauty is only skin deep, and it's what is on the inside that counts
They say I wish I had your hair, your body, your eyes
But what they don't realize is that on the inside I feel like I'm breaking
I may have the looks, I may have the brains, I may be the one you turn to,
But inside I'm afraid, of so many things, I can't even count
Whether it be what the future holds for me or how I'll get through the day
All of these fears eating me alive, I just want to scream
I've been misinterpreted for so long, it's time you know
That I'm not perfect I have faults and flaws I just wish i could share them all
Someday maybe I will then I'll be free, maybe I'll learn to be me
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