• You call me weird,
    but what is weird to you?
    You tell me I'm ugly,
    but by what standards?
    I may be different,
    but I know.
    You cry at night,
    'bout a boyfriend who just doesn't care.
    You stare in a mirror,
    hoping to find what is wrong.
    You feed off others insecurities,
    just so you can forget yours.
    Well let me tell you,
    I might be ugly or weird,
    but at least I'm still human.
    In your quest to find perfection,
    you've forgotten what really matters.
    Forget the boyfriend,
    he doesn't matter in the end.
    Put the mirror away,
    your reflection is just the same.
    And remember that person you look down at,
    is just like you.
    Imperfect.
    But at least they are happy.