Change Me
I stare in the mirror, I don't like what I see.
I want to be someone else instead of being me.
I want to be like my friends or the popstars on T.V.
Should I change my appearance or wear different clothes?
But I should know I have beauty such as a red rose.
Then why is it that I cant see that I have beauty within me.
So who is it that I want to be? No one else besides me.
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