We see ourselves as an individual,
The person people see as an equal.
Your opinion about self might differ,
Sometimes causing the heart quiver.



This courage we build up within,
Can be demolished by one true sin.
You need not have eyes to see,
The thing you were blessed with; beauty.



We are often called ugly,
And sometimes we are addressed as pretty.
One can really affect your self esteem,
Your pride and appearance slowly dying.



We are always told to listen to others,
But rules are to be broken, so are orders.
Just staying there and being insulted,
Is something hurting and really complicated.



Don't downgrade the looks of an individual,
You're not any prettier doing so at all,
What's inside is what truly matters,
Remember, don't judge books by their covers.



We see things wide and clear now,
Why saints to their masters bow.
There is one thing you must be told,
Find the reflection of the soul.