I wear this mask

so that you don't see

the substandard parts of me.

It hides my imperections

or so I thought

for a good impression, I've always fought.

I want to be liked

I want to feel love

so I've got to give insecurity a shove.

And so do you

if you're at all like me

trying to feel free and longing to just be.

Be the mess of person you are

the one who has come so very far;

the one pushing and working to do her best

and doing it all with very little rest.

You're a woman, you’re a wife,

you’re a mom, daughter, and friend,

and you want to keep being everything to all

until the very bitter end.

And sometimes you feel tired

perhaps even scared

but know this and know it well,

your feelings are so very shared.

Every other mother,

like you, she feels the same.

Wondering and pondering,

will she win the game?

The game that is her life,

she's got a lot at stake.

But every single day,

it's mistake after mistake she makes.

So, please remind her if you see her

and I'll do the same for you

tell her that "Girl, you're rockin it!"

and "No one does it like you, boo!"

'Cause we all need that support

those people in our court

who will never ever EVER ever

let us sell ourselves short.