The Prayer of an Unfulfilled Heart

I walk past the mirror quickly,
so that I don't have to see,
the reflection that is looking back,
because that reflection is me.

The way that I want myself to look,
is not the way I am,
and so I dream of what could be,
and not of what is true.

I want what I see with everyone else,
not what I see with me;
always perfect and happy in every way,
all it does is make me feel ugly.

I look in other peoples' eyes,
and still again I see,
the thing that I want the most,
I wish that it was me.

I want to be happy,
I want to feel like me,
I need to do something,
that can get me where I want to be.

Hopefully someday,
I will like who I am,
And be able to stand up tall and say,
hello world, this is me.