I’m constantly looked past
Unless I’m what everyone wants to see
Love will escape my grasp and I’ll come in last
I’ve become too ashamed to be me…
Maybe if I’m molded into perfection
Someone will take a bit of notice
They’ll show me that loving affection
And see that inside I’m a white lotus
I can wish all that I want to
That someone will want me the way that I am
But I’ll only end up feeling blue
And still no one will give a damn
Do I really have to change to please?
Is it really a fantasy to just be accepted?
The ones before were only but a tease
I’m so tired of being rejected…
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