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I don't know what you see ,but all I see is me 
Simple, sub par and just as bazaar,
Not quite what a lady should be.
Sometimes I stare and try to compare
Yet, I see nothing in the reflection, no apparent reason I should address my feelings of duress and sadness or my lack of perfection.
The words I hear seem quite unclear when other try to describe me . 
They call me sweetheart, darling, and dear, as if they are trying to bribe me 
I know I can't look from the outside in;
Sadly,  I'm stuck in my own skin
Yet, I wish I knew what was lie and what's true 
When people peer at me,
And decide once and for all , who to them;  I should finally be .

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