Maybe to you, but not to me
I am not beautiful
and if I am, I cannot see
I try to think I am gorgeous as can be
but days go by
I look in the mirror
nothing but skin
I cry.
I cry because I am not beautiful
I cry because I don't see what others see
I cry because I am eaten alive
by my Insecurities.
I don't know how to be beautiful
So I throw on some eyeliner, lipstick and a dress
maybe this costume won't show that I am a mess
I am not beautiful
not one single bit.
If I am,
why can't I tell?
Does the mirror lie?
Or do my eyes deceive me?
I am not beautiful,
maybe to you, but not to me
I am not beautiful,
and if I am, I cannot see.
