Reflection from the Unseen

Look at me, I will never pass for a perfect 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? Somehow I cannot hide Who I am, though I've tried. When will my reflection show, who I am, inside? When will my reflection show, who I am, inside?