Look at me.
Like me .. dislike me.
Hate me... love me.
Do whatever you want to
but don't look at me
through those rose tinted glasses
I am not your muse
nor am i your salvation
Look at me
with the imperfections..
Understand this -
all the perfection
you might find in me
is nothing but a decoy.
A tool to fool you...
Fool you into believing...
Into being there.
I am not sure
about how you look at
Or what you think of me..
But I am pretty sure about this
- I am going to break
the glass ceiling
that you have built
and when that happens
I'll break your heart
And in that due process
I'll end up breaking
a part of me...
And my darling
that's some damage
we both can do without...
