You made me think I was beautiful and I looked in the mirror and saw that I was not.
You made me think that I was amazing and I looked in the mirror and saw I was not.
It's all come down and crashed to the ground
And while picking up the pieces
Look at what I've found
Some one who makes me feel
Beautiful and amazing all the time
I look in the mirror and see
All that I need with me.
So thank you for letting me fall to ground
Because whilst picking up the pieces
Look at what I've found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem