He calls me a princess,
But I swear I wasn't.
I was no girl a Prince Charming,
Would ever want.
He calls me schoki,
But I wasn't sweet like chocolate.
I was bitter
And not what everyone wanted.
He called me german nicknames
Which I don't know it's meaning.
But I know they mean good things
The opposite of me.
He calls me Barbie,
But I'm not perfect.
I'm imperfect in such a way,
That even my imperfections make me seem like a monster.
He calls me beautiful and perfect,
But he hasn't seen my scars.
The aren't beautiful there ugly.
And I'm far from perfect.
He calls me cutie, The very best name.
But I didn't feel cute.
Cuties were adorable,
While I was a hole of darkness,
Sucking all that is good.
Please don't call me anything good
Because I'm far from that.
I may look perfect but you haven't seen
What I've hid, to make me look perfect.
Deep down I'm a broken doll that can never be fixed
So please stop trying, I'm not worth it.
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