I have seen myself in a mirror,
And saw all the imperfections clearer.
"I have such ugly skin!"
"I am way too thin!"

I am such a failure.
Maybe people will be way happier with my departure.
Will anyone even notice when I'm gone?
Or when my life is done?

Will they mourn?
Or just forget I was born?
Unfortunately, there is no time to bury myself
in sorrow and pity.
I knew there was more than feeling like an isolated city.

From this I will grow into a beautiful flower,
and there's no monster that will make me cower.
I will grow and grow,
letting happiness be the one I sow.

No more fake smiles,
That you can spot from a million of miles.
No more focusing on imperfections,
That I see on my reflection.

Be carefree,
Because some people will try to make you flee,
And keeps on gossiping like bees,
And try to get you on your knees.

Don't let them get to you.
Don't give them the satisfaction of making you feel blue,
Nor let them treat you like a gum under their shoe.
Because in all the insults they threw,
You know what is true.