When you look into my eyes, what do you see?
Do you see my pain or who I thrive to be?
I am not a perfect girl,
just a girl whose been hurt too many times.
What is wrong with me?
Everywhere I go, people divert.
I only want to feel wanted by them
Why can’t they just see?
Why can’t you just try to accept me?
Yes, I am a girl whose had a past,
but you don’t see that.
Maybe your just that imbecilic.
I’m tired of being stuck in your miry bog.
You can try to change who I am,
it won’t last very long.
I am me.