Seeing Me

When I look in the mirror do I like what I see

Perhaps I like my reflection,but do I see me

Do I see the woman that always tries

Yet if I look closer still, do my eyes reflect my silent cries

Is there strength and courage forming on the line around my nose

When people ask for a good woman, the point at me saying,”There she goes.”

Do I see all my faults and none of my beauty

Or will my eyes only see me, seeing me