I am not even halfway there, I am a work in progress
So please don’t tell me that I’m perfect when I’m happy, or when I undress
My looks don’t tell you who I am, my touch can’t transfer my past thoughts
If you could see through to my soul, you’d see how hard and long I’ve fought
To be real and warm and loyal, courageous enough to give all I have to give
You don’t know the scars and blood shed, the moments I felt too broken to live
You saw me so put together, with my words and smile and passion
But have you ever seen my darkest side, experienced my pain in action?
Did you see the longing in my eyes when I asked you to always be true?
Or have you not understood that I feel as if I have everything to lose?
That I feel like I may lose my mind if I believe another lie
And I may be broken beyond repair if I let the wrong one inside
I am so much good sliced with bad, stuck reminding myself it’s all worth it
I’m not even halfway there, so don’t tell me that I’m perfect
Flawless is absolute fiction.
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