Do you see me or the girl in the mirror?
The one without fears,
or the one filled with tears?
The one standing tall,
or with back against wall?
Quietly smiling, happy and bright,
or easily frightened, holding herself tight?
Always accomplished, always content,
or never enlightened, never unbent?
Perfect features brightening the room,
or scared open eyes awaiting her doom?
Now that you can see who I really am,
who will you choose to hold hand in hand?

She's more than you see, her worth simply priceless,
if you let her be, you may find her lifeless.