I wish I could see myself through your eyes,
gaze upon my body and my life.
Learn why you think I'm beautiful,
and why you think I'm special.
I wish we could trade spaces,
because I hate the girl I see.
I don't see pretty, I don't see special.
I see broken and used;
scars on my arms and scars on my heart.
I see too overweight,
glasses clouding what could be a pretty face.
I see too fine hair, and non-perfect skin.
I always see what I was told to be;
worthless, pathetic and useless.
I wish we could trade places for a day,
so I could see what you see.
And maybe then I'll agree when you tell me
that I'm perfect in every way.