A Happy Person

If my eyes didn't run
If my mouth wasn't  down
Maybe I'd be a happy person

If my nose wasn't like this
Or if my lips weren't like that
Maybe I'd be a happy person

If my hips were less wide
Or if my breasts were that size
Maybe I'd be a happier person

If my hair looked like that
If my skin could change
Maybe I wouldn't be filled with resentment

If only I was him
Or maybe I was her
Maybe I'd be a happier human.

If I could learn to let go
If I could see past the lies
I'd definitely be a happy person.