The Perfectly Imperfect Me
It seems there's always been
A crack within my heart of glass,
That leaks out poison issues of my past,
And is too sharp in my memory,
So the pain will always last...
However...
I am perfect,
A fractured beauty to behold,
It seems that a heart of glass,
With a poisoned past,
Can still have a center of gold
Even those against me,
If I see them crying,
I won't look away,
But extend my hand in friendship,
So they might learn what I learned more easily
Breaking free,
I am a phoenix,
With my last breathe,
I'll rise from the ashes and set the world ablaze,
Each pain leaves its mark,
But I will defy fate and make it mine!
A patchwork of scars,
That is my true skin's brocade,
I might be swathed in pain,
In lies,
Other's hatred,
Human despair,
A web of lies,
Deciet,
Secrets,
And my own god-forsaken darkness.
But I'll still hold my head up high,
Towering above the perfectly imperfect aspects of myself,
And take my own path down the uncharted road before me
Even those against me,
I won't let them be conquered by life,
I'll show them that even when the world fights you,
When it seems like there's no light to be found,
I'll show them that there is no such thing as eternal night
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