I Can Still Do This
There's something wrong with me, there always is
And when someone pass by, I stare with envy
This pain in my heart, this feeling named Jealousy
When I make my move, Attention is hard to miss
The gifts they gave are laughters and tease
Those always please them, yet they hardly see
The things they have done, results in tears and self-pity
But the breaking of glass will never seize
This pride I hold, that was beaten down by scars
I've made it stronger and I started to build my wall
Protecting myself, before they reach my core
Believing in myself, ignoring the ugly calls
In the end nobody can stop me from reaching the stars
Broken I may be, but I can still stand tall
Copyright © Crissa Mae | Year Posted 2016
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