I can only hope you look past my shell.
Maybe you'll see something beautiful,
Maybe you'll see what I feel on a rare day.
Maybe you'll see what I see in the mirror,
and manage to see something better
than what I see.

Maybe you can get over it,
society, and how you've been trained.
Maybe you won't be like everyone else
who ever surrounded me:
Maybe you'll love me more
the more of me there is.

Maybe when I tell you how I've felt
all these long years,
You'll smile
and say "Thanks,"
and really mean it.
Maybe when I finally have the courage
to close my eyes
and ignore the mirror,
You'll open my eyes again for me,
and remind me
that I'm beautiful
inside.