Realization

A beautiful, beautiful girl you are Who are you and why do others see you Except me, I do not I see ugly I see a girl who is worn and is torn I constantly wish to meet this beauty It seems she is afraid to come forward Day in and Day out I pray endlessly I pray she lets free and I encounter A game of hide and seek is all she knows Frustrated I scream where are you goddess Looking in a mirror I see her face The beautiful girl is me I am her How could I be so blind and so naïve? A flower has blossomed that flower me. I am beautiful, I am a goddess.