im imperfect, i am flawed
my feet are hurt, i should have crawled
i wasn't enough, i didn't amount
I tried my best, it didn't count
no matter how many tears i shed
or how many nights I went hungry to bed
i couldn't mask the truth,
I couldn’t make me new
little girls are broken down
no one ever helps us out
little girls are me and I
little feelings make me cry
I have been cut in half
I have been crumpled up
I wish I wasnt THAT
I wish I measured up
The scale wont tell me
the scale doesn't see
how much this stupid scale
has been a burden for thee
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