I hate what I see I am sick of what I feel I know these thoughts are toxic But to me they seem so real I wish I could see, What others see in me I wasn't good enough for Mother She wasn't good enough for me I long to love my inside But I despise my reflection I know I have a good heart But nowhere near perfection I look so deep but do not see If only they could see just that part I only that was seen before seeing me Then I would be as perfect as she.. I wish that she would have loved me I would do anything for that to be But all she does is hurt me I don't want to hate what I see Wendy Phelan