What Do I See?
I am somebody special.
Limited edition.
Spontaneous. Beyond crazy.
I am a flower blooming in the spring . Bold and beautiful. Dreams as big as mountains.
With my head turned to the clouds I imagine myself free as the summer's breeze...
I imagine all my dreams within my reach...
What do I see when I look in the mirror?
I see a girl who knows what she wants and is comfortable in who she is.
She's not perfect but she's perfect at being me.
With a gap in her teeth she still smiles bright.
With a fear of failing she still gives her all.
Nervous in front of crowds yet I love the attention.
What do I see? I see me.
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