What we can’t see

She’s pretty but not like the super models

She can swim but not without goggles

She’s strong but not like a bodybuilder

She’s brave but easy to bewilder

People don’t hold her to high standards

But she holds herself there and even higher

The stories she writes don’t feel more than words

And when people say they like her she thinks they’re a liar

She’s not more than what she thinks she is

Her own limitations hold her back

With every person she analyzes

She becomes more aware of lack

She doesn’t have smooth shiny hair

She doesn’t have a dreamy voice

She shouldn’t really care

But she keeps comparing without choice

No one’s a harder judge than her

When it comes to her strengths it’s a blur

She cannot see them as they’re behind her

Others can view them and let her know

But she only thinks it’s a show

Our strengths lie on our backs

We can’t see them so the mirrors of ourselves just show cracks

Others may tell us what’s there

But it’s up to us to believe what they share