When you look at me, what do you see? 
Do you see an untroubled teenage girl, or do you see the real me? 
 
Do you see a girl who looks in the mirror, despising what she sees? 
Her flaws magnified; her imperfections seize. 
A girl who longs to be beautiful, to fit in, and be cool. 
But instead, she feels like an outsider, like some fool. 
 
Do you see a girl who wishes to be someone else? 
Someone perfect and assured. 
A flawless woman indeed. 
Someone who can get others' praise, without having to beg or plead. 
 
Do you see a girl who doubts every action? 
Second guessing every word. 
Afraid of making a mistake 
Her confidence blurred. 
 
Do you see a girl, with her mind always on a spree? 
Her thoughts are a prison, a raging sea. 
Tossing and turning, trying to set herself free, 
But her doubts and fears still her captive, 
Keeping her as a hostage in her negative narrative. 
 
Now let me ask you again, 
When you look at me what do you see? 
Do you see a plain old girl, or a prisoner begging to be set free? 
Tell me, 
Do you see the real me?