People look at me and see a perfect little girl
But what they don't know is deep down inside
I'm troubled in this world
From my fears I hide
And I try to act strong
Like nothing bothers me
I act like nothing's wrong
So you can't see
That I'm not perfect
I struggle all the time
But I have come to the point
I'm tired of acting like I'm fine
I'm tired of acting fake
And I need to be more aware that this is not a dream
That I am awake
So to anyone I ever hurt for not being me
I'm sorry you finally know this
And I'm sorry I'm not everything you want me to be
But that is something I wish to be
Perfect
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I'm Not What You See
Labels:
Broken friendship,
failure,
hurt,
life like that,
LOVE,
poem
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2 comments:
enna koduma ithu.... en ippadi ellam feel panuringa....
change is the only thing that doesn't change. Look forward!
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