And the Petals Fall | ✔

Stitched Up

When I look into the mirror I see

A patchwork of everything I didn't think I'd be

I was a bright and burning star back then

But now I'm just a throbbing red giant

Rabid hair like a lion's mane dying

My head under running tap water, I'm crying

If now I'm nothing but a stitched up doll

Maybe two ponies were cooler than one after all

I know that I was pretty amazing before

But I was so ready to not be that anymore

Who knew it'd only take me downhill

Where I'll be contemplating shoving a hundred pills

However, what's done is done already

I'm done with keeping myself unsteady

This patchy girl is still quite lovely

'Cause there are some who see me differently

Handmade dolls are vintage but beautiful

So I'll feed myself with encouragements spoonful

Even if I'm not going be the one I admired yesterday

I'm going to strive to be admirable anyway.