I look in the mirror.. 
and I see there is a monster staring back at me. 
She wakes up everyday to try to bring me down. 
She goes out of her way finding flaws lying around. 
She tends to look at what I lack. 
and not how far I have come. 
She tells me I ain't worthy,
That I won't ever be enough. 
I used to hate her, until I could see she is just a wounded child within me.
She has her doubts, her fears. 
Lack of faith and frontier
But all she needs is a little grip after all she isn't the monster I make her to be. 

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