Truth

Brother, Sister, look at me. Am I the one that you see? You think I’m pretty. You think I’m smart. But it truly doesn't reach my heart. My heart seems lost. My mind does too. Is really what you say all true? I hope and pray every day. For me to have the strength to say, That “I am beautiful no matter what they say”, In each and every possible way. It is according to He that is right Because all He says I trust with might. I hold that thought close and tight, When I sleep in bed at night. Because You believe that it’s true One day I hope I can too.