I look to the mirror, who do I see?
A young girl standing in front of me,
Lock up in cages wanting to be free,
But standing in the way is Jealousy.
Young girl who's inlove,
Reaching for the star's above,
A man more than capable of Loving a soul like mine,
What else is there left? For me to define.
Love is a battlefield,
For me I have to compete,
My mind seems to be concield,
All those girls that seems to be perfect, but here I am, Incomplete.
I'm Perfectly Imperfect in my own wrong way,
I pretend to not notice what people seem's to say,
But deep inside every word is a dagger,
Why do they want to scar me any further?
Insecurities is building up inside me,
Jealousy has become my cage,
A chapter in my life? Or just another page?
Why cant I just let it go? Let it be?
Would you stay even if i'm no longer "flawless"?
Would you stop looking at some other lady?
I tried my best to ignore, and to care less,
I just want you to love me for me.
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The Undefined Passion
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