The Race
Enhance my face without a filter, and I will complete my destiny,
Bring me to a place of uncertainty, so I can fight with more dignity.
See, if I took away my scars, my skin would be too clean,
And cleanliness just isn't my thing, when I don't follow my first instinct.
Give me your puzzle pieces and I'll place them together correctly,
No piece is the same directly, and burning one could be deadly.
Revoke my inaccurate accusations, before my clouds hover my skull,
Please check if I can indulge, without hating the final result.
Perfect my vanity, and take away my inexcusable pride,
And oh--- I shouldn't have cried, when the demon never replied.
Because my demons hear my sobs, when I can't fall asleep,
To all of you this may sound obsolete, but I'm ready to compete.
I'll enter the race and I will test my limits, as I take the wrong path,
But I don't think they would surpass, see I've been here in the past.
As I run the fastest and so listless, while crossing the red finish line,
They all thought I would decline, but the right path I did indeed find.
There's your way, and my way, and maybe they're both correct,
So I think in my deep introspect, then I stop, stare and intensely reflect.
Oh how the days fly here and the nights soar there so happy and so free,
I'll say one more thing about me, I've loved and I've lost, I'm sure they would agree.
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2015
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