When I look into the mirror,
I don’t see what other see.
I see someone fat and ugly,
Then realise it is me.
Are they just lying when they say,
That looks don’t really matter.
Or does it only mean,
That they’ve seen others fatter?
I often have to wonder,
What it is guys really see,
When they look at girls
Such as you and me.
Do they think
Oh wow she seems nice!
And mean, “look at that chest”.
Or do they think, “oh she seems nice”,
And think a chat they must request.
I sometimes wish that I
Could read the other sexes mind
And begin to discover the mysteries of man and womankind.
However what I am afraid of,
Is that I may want to kill.
The closest male to me,
Or begin to take the pill.
For I know no one is perfect,
And this I’ve come to see.
As I come to discover,
Elle McPherson I will never be.