The Real Me
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
I see a young girl.
That girl is me.
People are looking.
They are looking at me.
Often I wounder just what it is they see?
They want a girl who is sweet and kind.
One that dosen't speak her mind.
I strive to be different.
I strive to be free.
For the girl they want I will not be!
I'm independent!
I'm free!
I love to be different.
I love to be me!
So as I look in that mirror,
and see
That girl in the mirror.
She is the real me.
D. Cook (1989)
