Look at me
I will never pass for a perfect bride
or a perfect daughter
Can it be
I’m not meant to play this part
Now I see
that if I were truly to be myself
I would break my family’s heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
Why is my reflection someone I don’t know?
Somehow I cannot hide
Who I am, though I’ve tried
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
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