The Heart

You dont really know me
..Just the image I portray
You don't see what i see,
In the mirror everyday.

I look in disappointment
I stand there and complain
What about the models in those magazines?
Why can't I look the same?

I feel as if everyone's staring
At each and every flaw
..I just want, for once
To make them stand in awe
Every imperfection
Makes the slightest difference to me.
Why do I care so much?
Shouldnt I be happy?

I spend my time
Wishing I had her looks
Reading those stupid magazines
And beauty tip books

Ive realized now
And plainly come to see
Its not your physical appearance,
Its your personality.

Anyone who refuses
To see past the appearance and looks
Doesnt know the person inside
Put away the phony magazines
And beauty books
And just stop trying to hide

Everyone and everything
All play their own part
So quit your focus on the outside
And start examining the heart