The potential for perfection
Is rooted inside of me
Yet when I look in the mirror
Dark eyes are all I see

A girl with
So many hopes
So many dreams
Yet all of them left incomplete

For it's scary thinking
What could be
If beauty never found me
If all dreams complete
Yet happiness I still couldn't see

But still I try
For I will not lie
If I was someone
With even one dream done
Then I think my eyes
Would shine a feverish green