Monster

Oh Lord it is me again!
Constantly checking my reflection yet again.

Oh, they say I am vain, but no it is the monster I am looking for.
The monster that they describe.
Oh, they expect the worse of me, meanwhile I am simply doing my best.

Let me check again; our eyes meet.
With water in my eyes, I say to myself are you the monster they, see?

For all I see is a me that is tired of being strong.
A me that is imperfect but so full of love.
A me that has been broken more times than I can count.

But Lord they see a monster whom I know nothing about.
Wait do you mean to tell me the monster that they see is imperfect me?