When I look into the mirror 
I see a beautiful young woman, 
but as I stare into my own eyes I wonder to myself... 
"what does everyone else see?"
  
I know what's in my heart, 
I try so hard to love 
and be there for everyone, 
but as I stare into my own eyes I think to myself... 
"all the love and giving and being there for everyone 
doesn't really matter if I can't get it in return from them."
  
As I continue to stare, I wonder, 
"do they truly understand all the pain and sadness 
that lies beneath the surface and still remains in my heart?"  
Can they look at my face and truly understand 
all the things that I've been through in this life?
  
As I continue to stare, I think about 
each one of the bad relationships I've been in. 
I think to myself, 
"did each one of them have a part 
in confusing my mind about my own sexuality?"
  
I tell myself that all I ever really want 
is for people to love and understand me. 
But how can they?  
'Cause the more I stare into my own eyes, 
the more I begin to  realize 
that sometimes I don't even understand or love myself.