The Prison That Is My Mind

Everyday I look in the mirror To see somebody else staring back Could this really be me? Beauty she sure does lack Who I see Is not who I feel Yet she is me Is she even real? I paint on a face To make the person I want Yet it changes little I still have nothing to flaunt This person I have become Is not what I imagined Inside I'm here But with no confidence am I impassioned I feel sorry For what I see All I want Is to look like me My personality hides And cowers away I want outside But I'm trapped and enslaved But you help me I'm breaking out This is the happiest I've ever been without a doubt I see me And what beauty she does behold All this time I only saw what was covering this gold I've learned to love me And this body in which I reside You tell me you love me And I know you'll be my guide To find a way out From the prison That is my mind