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Look at me,
I will never pass for a perfect bride,
or a perfect daughter.
Can it be I'm not meant to play this part?
Now I see that if I were truly to be myself,
I would break my family's heart.
Who is that girl I see?
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
Somehow I cannot hide,
Who I am, though I've tried
When will my reflection show who I am inside