What Does He See
What does he see,
when he looks at me?
Because I know for myself,
that it isn't beauty.
I wish that just for me,
I could see myself through his eyes.
I believe that the words they say,
are nothing more than tretrous lies.
I know I'm not pretty,
and I don't understand.
Exactly what it is,
that keeps him holding my hand.
I fear that one day,
he will really see,
the ugly person,
that is really me.
When he looks at me,
what does he see?
Because I know for myself,
that it isn't beauty.
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