When I look in the mirror, I see what I see,
my desires have driven me to blind true reality.
How can I tell if my soul has progressed?
Do I look at my grades, or the way that I dress?
Do I count the number of friends who have left my side?
Or keep my tears silent, as I watch the world cry?
While some feel the high to forget their pain,
I feel the high from everyone's gain
in happiness from the small help that I can afford,
because I too can understand what it's like to be torn
from the joy of being only me
when all I could do was give a smile for free.
How do I know when I've reached my highest degree?
When I see the smiles come back to me.
I see solutions that I can build
while everyone else think that I'm ill.
But my confidence tells me that I've got the will-
the will to be pure and help the ill.
So to those who scoff at my esteem
and believe my imperfections would kill my dream,
I smile warmly back
with success in my track,
to show them the way that I am
brings perfection to the point where I stand.