The person in the mirror who is looking back at me,
Must be myself, for there is no one else it can ever be.
Every curve, every bump, everything there is true,
And there is no possible chance that it could ever be you.
But what does it matter, that reflection I see in there?
It means nothing at all, no matter how long I stand and stare.
Whether I am tall or short, overweight or very thin,
It is within my heart that the echoes of myself begin.
It is only the surface of me that is reflected back,
For the beauty of my true self, does that reflection lack.

My true self can be seen in all that I do and in what I say,
The kindness that I give to others I may met upon this day.
My thoughtfulness in any deeds for those around me that I do,
All show the person that I truly am, to others and to you.
If I can make someone laugh once more, when they are feeling low,
If I can encourage someone, when their life is running slow.
If I can pick someone up and carry them that extra yard,
If I can make someone’s life easier, when their life becomes hard.
Then beautiful is what I am, for my beauty spreads right through,
If all you see is the surface, then I have only pity for you.