I look in the mirror, am confused what I see.
Am I ugly, beautiful, which one is me?
Sometimes I am so down about how I look,
But things for granted I really took.

No one ever compliments me, yet no one seems to care.
I know I'm not "beautiful", but of me no one is aware.
I'm not a gorgeous person who gets attention around the clock,
Or a homecoming queen or a group of boys that around me always flock.

I wish I could be thinner, and have straighter hair,
And for my complexion to be darker and not so fair.
But I do have one thing that many people lack,
And superficial beauty can never make up if in this area they slack.

I can make people laugh, and make people care.
I can turn a frown into a smile, when nothing was there.
I can make people realize their worth, and what they mean to me.
Because even I know that to feel special does not come easily.

My beauty cannot be obtained or bought,
But my beauty is often the one most sought.
When someone is in a rut and needs your all,
She will not care if you're skinny, fat, short, or tall.

One day when I asked a friend how I looked, and what she really thought of me
She didn't even look, but already knew what she couldn't see.
I just wanted a truthful answer -- my ego did not want to be fed,
She turned around and looked at me. "Beautiful", she said.

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