They see my faults; I see only beauty.
They say I'm ugly; I say I'm pretty.
They think they're perfect; I think they're snooty.
They think they're smart. I'm the one that's witty.
I am a wonderful, flawless beauty;
they only see an arrogant child.
To prove them wrong is my final duty.
As their insults bounce off of me, I smile.
It is not I who is blind, it is them.
They cannot see what they do not wish to.
In truth, I am a pretty, precious gem.
I am perfect, flawless, it's really true.
I can be whatever I want to be.
I am perfect just because I am me