Am I Lovey?

Am I lovely? Trying to capture this beauty that I know lies somewhere deep within. "You are a strong woman" they say. Am I? How can you tell? What is it that you see? It cannot be this same woman who feels so alone in a crowded room or the one who, even among friends, feels abandoned. No it cannot be her. Not the woman who brings nothing but frustration and hardship to her husband. Nor the woman who cries for the loss of something she's never had. Certainly it is not her. How can it be? Am I lovely? Where is this beauty within? I cannot find it, but it must be here, I just know it is, somewhere...