What's Inside of Me

I’m not much for appearances,

There’s no beauty inside

That fixed up, gorgeous photograph

That is trying to hide

The person who I really am

With my scars and fears and faults.

There’s more to me than people see,

Behind my many walls.

I’m the girl who gets distracted

When she tries to clean her room,

And ends up giving concerts

To the dust pan and the broom.

I’m the girl who hugs her mom

Each morning when she wakes up

Because sometimes it’s nice

Just to know that you are loved.

I’m the girl who stays up late

So she can dream before she sleeps.

Who cries in the shower

So no one else can see.

I’m the girl whose cheeks turn red,

And makes everybody laugh.

The girl who cannot stand

To see anyone else sad.

I’m gullible and I’ll believe

Almost anything I hear

Because I like to see the good,

But sometimes it’s just not there.

I’m the girl who plays for hours

On the piano and guitar.

Somehow writing music down

Sets something free in my heart.

I’m a girl who always looks 

Straight ahead when I drive,

But glances in the rearview

To know what is behind.

So many things have led me

To be the girl I am today.

From unwanted heartbreaks

To the pictures that I’ve saved.

The ones that were unedited

Where I didn’t strike a pose.

The ones where I was laughing,

Perhaps at a joke?

You can see the little tear

Making it’s way out of my eye.

I’m bent over laughing

With my smile oh so wide.

That picture makes me think

Of who I really am.

I’m the girl who sings in the car,

Who loves strawberry jam.

Who makes homemade cookies,

But eats some of the dough.

I’ll never be perfect,

But there’s one thing I know.

The pretty, fixed up pictures

That people put online

Will never show the beauty

That is really inside.

I’m taking off my filters

So everyone can see

The beauty that really counts

Is what’s inside of me.