What appears before your very eyes,
I think thin,
I think slim,
And project that image before you,
A full smile,
Complimented with an open heart,
I focus on projecting beauty.
Under my spell,
You see what I want you to see,
Believe what I want you to see,
The only one not fooled is me.
I witness my reflection that bounces from your eyes,
Yet the person that I see,
I do not recognise.
I’m sorry for all of the deceit and lies,
And I wish that the façade was true,
More then you could ever realise,
Perhaps one day you will see the real me,
Or I can become,
“The beautiful me”
That you see.