I look at myself reflected in glass
And see nothing near remarkable.
I pull within to see my heart,
The jagged, twisted jumble.

What others see confuses me.
What within has worth?
To say that I am all they need...
They must need something more!

I only give what should be giv'n
When someones heart is pained.
I have no more than someone else,
And I don't understand.

So tell me, please: What do you see?
What does my soul contain?
How can so many look to me?
Why do they call my name?

A/N: Thank you, ShadowsofBlue, for pointing out a spelling error. You weren't being a prick. I don't have spellcheck, or anything, here, so anytime anyonme sees something amiss in any of my stuff, feel free to tell me. I'll tryta fix it. Again, thanks.