Through her eyes I'm fat, Through her eyes I'm lame, Through their eyes I'm not contained. Through his eyes I'm a super hero and a second mother and in his eyes I'm a lover In his eyes I'm a best friend till the very end. But in the looking glass my eyes don't see the same Through my brother's eyes I'm Me Me the one that hides him from mom when he has done something wrong Through my niece's eyes I'm the one to scream for when her easy bake oven is on fire. Though their heart beats in tune with mine I cannot say their eyes will heal mine My eyes are weak but continue to stay strong Crying while I'm sleep but saying I'm happy being alone But what is the point to continue looking through their eyes when theirs don't portray mine. I wish I could be the brave person the little people in my life see Or as courageous as my cheer squad sees me Their eyes gives a beautiful illustration but lacks the concentration Of one drop that is a person in this nation... They lack me My strengths as a protector,a teacher, a cook My weakness to pick people that complement me and treat me like the princess dad says I should be But their eyes do help me Their eyes help me to are that everyone's opinion of me does not matter but what I believe is me. That is the conception that makes me This educated curvy girl with multi-toned hair that is learning through every challenge that is being thrown at me. But now the eyes in the looking glass That I use to see as her eyes actually belong to me. And with that joy I've come to manage that I'm a beauty through and through and these eyes that I called her are now at its end and I now have lost her as a friend And with her gone with my life I am now content