I have given up on trying
To make myself perfect.
To make myself someone I'm not.
It takes too much strength,
And I am so weak.

Do you remember the days
When no one cared?
We were so young then.
So innocent.

We believed that we could have anything.
What I would give to feel free again.

But now we have sins drawn on our backs,
And words of failure written on our scarred hands,
And our memories tattooed in our souls,
Reminding us of our limits.