He Made Me

I’m looking in the mirror and don’t see anything nice

Can I make myself better, let me roll the dice

Someone once told me that I am very wise

I wish it was enough, but it doesn’t even suffice

All the girls get attention, but not me

I have nice eyes too, can’t anyone see?

The boys want those girls, but no one wants me

I can’t do this anymore, please set me free

I’m not good enough I don’t have long hair

All the other girls are pretty it’s just not fair

If I wasn’t alive, no one would even care

Let me finish this now, do I dare?

But one day I met a boy who told me I’m pretty

Maybe he can see through my clothes and into my soul

He told me I’m not like the other girls I don’t need sparkles and confetti

I’m perfect the way I am, I never need to feel alone

He asked me where my low sense of worth came from

and I couldnt tell him because I didnt know

Maybe it was that noone had asked me out to prom

or maybe it was that my dad was always a no show

After meeting him, I realised I am also enough

He taught me love can be gentle, not just rough

I don’t know if meeting him was luck or always in my fate

Just a slight sadness that he came into my life so late

There’s some good boys out there if you really look

Before I met him I had no sense of self esteem

He gave me this gift; to show me that I’m beautiful & I am also seen.