I am the best, or at least that is what I believe,
I can prove its true, by the compliments I receive
Yet sometimes I wonder , if all they notice is my pretty face
Or do they actually realize that I am worth the praise?
Every day I walk down the same path, holding my head high
I am confident, yet sometimes I ask myself why
I continue to walk without paying much attention,
I choose to live an uncomplicated life, to live in deception…