If I could see what you see when you look into my eyes,
I think I'd see a person that I really would despise.

I'm not much of a talker, but I often talk too much,
I always think the worst of you, and judge you at first touch.

I always try to smile more but I'm often looking sad,
disgruntled, just plain angry, or lost in thought and mad.

I try to think of others, be sensitive and kind,
but then you learn that loving people get pushed and shoved aside.

I'm not much of a looker, as I was often told,
my face is very wonky and my nose is far to bold.

As much as we try and fight it, good looking people reign ,
but beauty is subjective, no eyes are the same.

I'd like to be a leader, but I'd rather follow on,
I'd like to be more confident but it all just seems so wrong.

I try to be myself because we're taught that's what you'll love,
but I don't think my brain knows me nearly well enough
I think what I'm saying is that who I want to be,
is someone different, someone else, anyone but me!