Desperate for Light

No one is perfect,

Including myself.

I see imperfections I can fix,

and others i feel stain my "potential beauty."

How could I be beautiful....When i have a monster trapped in my head.

Worry in my eyes...

A decayed heart, hidden behind my ribs.

Holding on by a thin string..

I question myself..

Will i find the light I was once under? Or stay in the darkness

Scared of who i have become..Unraveled & Undone.