why am I unfulfilled?
have I not enough?
why am I this way now, and not the way he found me?
I have his attention, his compassion, i have everything,
yet,
                                I find myself with                                
                                                    wandering
  ­                                                                 ­                                              eyes.
he loves my body,
   my smile,
   my mind,
more than I love myself.
why is it that when I see myself in the mirror,
all I see is
   disappointment?
where is this gorgeous woman he speaks of?
i never see her.
   but he's right you know,
he knows he's right,
     you know I know he's right
when he says:
"the second another man tells you,
You're Beautiful,
you'll believe him"
and I do.