From: Mulan

Look at me,

I may never pass for a perfcet 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?

Who is that perfect bride?

It's not me, though I've tried.

When will my reflection show, who I am, inside?

How I pray, that a time will come,

I can free myself, from their expectations

On that day, I'll discover someway to be myself,

and to make my family proud.

They want a docile lamb,

No-one knows who I am.

Must there be a secret me,

I'm forced to hide?

Must I pretend that I am someone else for all time?

When will my reflection show, who I am inside?

When will my reflection show, who I am inside?