I once told myself that your thoughts is what tells you lies.
following my dreams.
im done washing my eyes.
growing up i felt so ugly with low self-esteem.
im beautiful because i made my dream.
walking by people back than that you see dont even notice you.
it's because you changed with the pretty in you.
yes i was stuck with lots of wonders of how would i ever show me.
i have man telling me now i see real and thats the woman we want to see.
i smile now because not only outside now theres so much beauty.
inside theres i gift.
a gift to let people listen to not only my words but dreams.
a good change is what i mean.