I've got it portrait of myself
Drawn all on my own
I can see all of my flaws
That I dutifully scribbled down

And I'll show people with a smile
And they tell me it's quite ugly
And then blanch as they realize
I've drawn a picture of me

And there is some part of
My heart that takes the blows
Even though they called me pretty
My brain really knows

So I walk up to my mirror
And ***** my value, my assets
I don't think I'll ever understand
How anyone can look like this

All the magazines
I pour over hold
All the pretty people
All the pretty souls

And I wish I was like them
I wish I could be
But nothing seems to alter
My perception of reality