What do people see,
What do people see,
When they see me,
What do they see?

Am I absolutely,
Positively,
Worthy,
Of glory?
Am I smart,
Bright,
Sweet,
And funny?

Am I big,
Round,
Short,
Or tall?
Do I push them away,
Or attract them all?

Do I make them smile,
Or appear to be small?
Do they even notice me,
Just a small amount at all?

Week days come,
Weekends go,
I’ll never be as perfect as I hoped so,
‘Cuz I assume they see greed,
When looking at me,
When all they see,
Is what’s outside of me.