Flawless To Be Me
When I walk down the street, I feel their eyes
They look at me but don’t know why
I used to stay in my room and hide
Scared of judgments, Terrified.
One day I took a glance in a glass
To see what they see when I pass
Who is this girl looking back?
Is that a smudge or is that a crack?
No, that’s a smile shining bright
With lips spread wide and teeth white
That show the happiness inside
That shows I have nothing left to hide
I’m flawless as you can see
My confidence reigns supreme
My drop-dead personality
It’s flawless to be me
Turns out I never knew
The real me, the real truth
The light that shined through
To everybody, even you
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