Posted by: Liza Rosenberg | January 7, 2010


I look in the mirror, hoping to see
A glimmer, a spark, of the things that you see
Don’t think I’m so special – no more so than you
It’s not who I am, it’s not what I do

That isn’t to say I’m not ok with my lot
Ever so grateful for all that I’ve got
My talents and gifts, such as they are
I never imagined they’d take me so far

And that girl on the inside, she’s really quite shy
Unsure of herself and questioning why
You think as you do, then tell her as such
She starts to believe, but not very much

For deep down inside, it’s hard to agree
With all that you say and all that you see
Especially when all I can see is… Me

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  1. elegant self-reflections.
    awesome poem.

  2. First, we must agree to love ourselves just a little more, and then a even a bit more, till we love ourselves a lot.

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