I find myself again
in those lost thoughts
I was never perfect
but neither was the world
Should I just be me
or be somebody
who's a stranger to me?
why is this world so cruel-
that they don't realise
there's beauty inside
an imperfect face!
or is it my face or your heart
that isn't actually beautiful?
I'm done fitting into this-
perfect world for the perfect ones
and it...