Staring at myself,
I see a world others don't.
They see the smile,
don't realize it's fake.

I put on a show,
like a puppet and his master.
Controlled by the world,
to be what they want.

Look on the outside,
change to make you happy.
The inside is where I hide,
No one knows that I'm unhappy.

The mirror though,
it shows my soul.
My eyes turn black as a crow,
no one can see my heart with a hole.

The mirror shows me,
what I hate to see.
The weight, the ugly, the downside,
beauty's in the eye of the beholder.

Then why am I ugly to myself?
the world doesn't see it.
But I do, and what I see is,
an ugly version of me.

The world sees someone handsome,
I see someone hideous.
The world sees someone skinny,
I see someone obese.

The world thinks they see me,
but only I can see myself.
The mirror doesn't lie,
but I act as though it does.

Theres no way that's me,
I'm not handsome.
Am I? I start to wonder,
how can the mirror lie?

But I realize it's no lie,
beauty is finally in my eye.
Eyes, like ocean,
heart full of love.

Why, did I think I was ugly?
Oh because what people say.
But why should I care?
I'm only me, and they're jealous.

From now on my mirror, my friend,
I'll see the truth from you.
For people might hate,
but they just don't see the truth.

I am me, I wont put on a show,
I'll be myself, if they don't like it,
that's too bad, I wont change,
I like me just the way I am,
so thank you mirror, my friend.