The Last Mermaid

~ 70 ~

I don't know if I'll ever be

The girl that you write about

The girl that inspires you 

You don't see me for anything

And I can't help feeling

That there must be something wrong in that

There's something wrong in comparing yourself to other women

In wishing you were quieter, less awake

That God would bestow on you some sort of beauty so you could feel whole

I'm tired of the late nights

Fighting over insecurities

Life shouldn't be such pain

But maybe there's only so much you can be

And then there's apart of you they'll never accept