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