What's nice about me?
What do I see?
Hell, wouldn't I like to know.
The words beauty, flawless, and pretty
those aren't words that come to mind
words like chubby, worthless and ugly seem to find their way
My worth is so much more
more than what society makes me believe
they don't know me when I'm walking down the streets
they don't know me at all, if they did... they would come to find out
Find out that my crystal eyes can tell a story
find out that my heart loves louder than a storm of booming thunder
find out that my compassion goes further than each and every mountain top
and no one can steal that from me
The happiness that radiates from me can not be compared to all the beauty in the world.
What's inside if me is above any outer appearances.
My worth comes from myself and the love I have for who I truly am
Can deprive me of the goodness that is my whole being