Maybe I have known myself for too long
That I have found every faults to correct in me
And makes it hard to believe
The appreciation worth saying
Or the criticism worth telling
All somehow odd to imagine
But how do they see me
And how I see mine
When I look at the mirror and smile?
When I try to look at my best
When I forced
And have felt
When I fake, blink and see
When I speak, how can they find beauty in me?