Self Esteem
That’s what she needs
Because she looks in the mirror
And just wants to scream
She picks apart herself
Finding nonexistent flaws
And sinking deeper into her self hatred
Until at last she falls
Damn that mirror
It only shows a fragment of the truth
No stupid piece of glass
Depicts what’s inside of you
She’s a beautiful person
And a mirror isn’t needed to see it
If there was just only some way
I could make her believe it
She quietly sings
a sorrowful song
Pointing out everything
She thinks that is wrong (that she thinks is wrong?)
She has it hammered
And drilled boldly into her head
That she is imperfect
So at night she cries in her bed
She’s a truly blessed person
On the inside and on the out
And I can’t stand that she’s oblvious
Lost in her world of personal doubt
If only I could alter her self-interpretation
And convince her that she needs no altercations (is in need of no)
She’s perfect the way she is
And I wish she could see it
If there was just some way
I could make her believe it
She is too good, too wonderful
To be thinking like that
And it kills me every time
Low confidence can be the downfall
To such an amazing being
All because she (only) concentrates
On the things she thinks she sees
She has it all
I look at her and see it
If there was just some way
I could make her believe it
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