They see my faults; I see only beauty.

They say I'm ugly; I say I'm pretty.

They think they're perfect; I think they're snooty. 

They think they're smart. I'm the one that's witty. 

I am a wonderful, flawless beauty;

they only see an arrogant child.

To prove them wrong is my final duty.

As their insults bounce off of me, I smile.

It is not I who is blind, it is them.

They cannot see what they do not wish to.

In truth, I am a pretty, precious gem.

I am perfect, flawless, it's really true.

I can be whatever I want to be.

I am perfect just because I am me