I show you who you are.
Every flaw, every scar, which you see
Is reflected back from me.
You put yourself down,
But dear, you look lovely.
I wish you wouldn’t frown.
You point out your every imperfection,
So let me give you my reflection.
You may say it’s a cliché, but don’t doubt
That it’s not just exterior that beauty’s all about.
When you look at me,
Do you want to know what I see?
I see all your flaws, for I have them too.
I see all your scars that show what you’ve been through.
But it’s your conscience and character
That make you truly attractive,
Not what you see in a piece of glass that’s refractive.
For beauty is merely perception; and if you look past your reflection,
You’ll realize that what you see in me is simply a deception.