I haven't mastered the art
of loving myself,
But I must pretend for my souls sake.
Do I accept less than I deserve?
No.
But I still haven't fully grasp the concept of self love.
How could I love a sinner,
Such as myself?
How could I not be bitter
If I've failed to get better
I guess I am the cornerstone
For other's successes
The inevitable Wallflower,
No matter how much I try to sprout
I get stepped on and stay on the ground.
I'm only a failure because I tried.
And I'm only alive
because I died in Christ.
But what happens when I start drifting away?
And depression takes me to a darker place, even if I can't stay out too late?
I'm passing all these classes
But that's not good enough
So I can't help
but feel like a pessimist
even if that wasn't on my bucket list.
If I knew anything other than this
I'd change my words
So a smile would creep upon your lips.
So I apologize for appearing out into the light,
That's not a Wallflower's place,
I just wanted to share all my mistakes,
And I guess that was a mistake.
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