i wanted to be pretty,
as pretty as the prettiest flower.
i wanted to be skinny,
so, i started eating lesser.
they said i was stupid,
'cause i couldn't get perfect marks.
so, i tried to make them happy,
even if it meant I'll get scars.
they told me i wasn't good enough,
so i hate myself.
they never accepted me,
i, too, never accepted myself.
time flew, and all i could remember
was the pain that i used to cry over.
yet, the storm's gone now,
and the show's gone for good.
so, i grew numb and the flood
was just beginning to fade from where i stood.
until i realised,
i wasn't making any progress.
i just indulge in the same ol' pain,
as the tears caresses my skin.
you're very broken,
and no one cares to notice.
however, fear not.
i'll take you places,
far and wide.
i'll tell you stories,
fantastic and magical.
fly away with me on a magic carpet ride.
...even if I know we can never be.
