Sunday, April 3, 2011

This Is Me

Life is cruel, love is tough, and people are rude;
Mostly when it comes to how others are viewed.
No one is perfect, this I’ve learned,
So, why do I allow others to make my heart burn?

When I go out, I’m treated with disgrace,
Everything becomes awkward and I feel out of place.
My whole night becomes dissatisfaction
Due to your words or your actions.

I become ignored like I’m not even there,
When other girls are around, I just don’t compare.
I refuse to make a translation,
All because I don’t meet your expectations.

Even though my emotions start to overflow,
I refrain forever letting my affections show.
Because no matter how old you are,
The words of others still cause scars.

I feel my confidence has been deleted
Due to the way I’m always treated.
My hearts grown cold, my words aren’t sweet,
My scars are deep and incomplete.

Though, I will find that one inspiration,
Who thinks I’m perfect with no hesitation.
Because this is me
This is who I’ll always be!

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