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.
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