Beautiful
Is something i believe i cannot be
Is something that would be if someone had loved me for exactly who i really am
Is the love i feel for who i really am, at some times
Its not hard to love who i really am, when comparing it to accepting who i really am
I know who i really am, when my body says yes but the forceful pressure on my head says go away
I know it when i feel i am less and less
I know it when someone who has known me since i was born sits next to me, making the pain in my skull sink inwards, telling me things i know they would say to me no matter if i am who i really am or not
Sometimes it is really painful
And i am alone in a sea of people i know,
But sometimes it's like a dream
And i am closest to those beyond a screen, those i do not know at all
Sometimes its barely noticable
Its like my shadow,
Which stays inside of me
Reminds me about myself, or what i think of myself
Reminds me to love and to hate
Reminds me that its there for a reason
Reminds me i am alone,
It doesnt remind me to be who i really am.
