What Is Wrong With Me
Every night before I sleep,
I ask myself if what’s wrong with me?
I’m not ugly, but I know I am pretty,
I’m not sexy, but I have a body,
What’s wrong with me?...
Assessing myself in front of the mirror,
Asking myself, am I bad or good?
Knowing I don’t mind what others do,
So I’ll be out of the scene if they blew…
I know I am better off alone,
But I still want someone to go along,
What’s wrong with me?...
The same question I’m asking under this sad tree…
Copyright © Eiza Evangelista | Year Posted 2017
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