Do you like what you see, when you look at me?
Is there any care, when you sit there and stare?
Is there something you would change?
Parts of me you would rearrange?
Or a thought of mine you would erase?
or change the shape of my face?
Are my ideals strong enough,
or would you make me twice as tough?
Do I measure up the the rest,
or am I staring at their chests?
What if I didn't lead the pack,
and I fell, all the way to the back?
How would you feel if I failed the test, even if I tried my best?
What if I cant be what you'd dreamt I would be?
Would you still love me, if all I could be was me?