I will never be Given vast displays of affection. I will never make that kind of connection. I will only ever be me, My own worst enemy. I will always come face to face with my own pale complexion, Never reaching perfection, In fear of this self-inflicted constant rejection. Some kind of hell I've made, constructed so carefully.
And haven't you heard? Just like always, I have broken wings, And I'm just a little bird, In search of steadfast praise, To heal my threadbare heartstrings.