You used to take me at a glance
Happy and weightless.
Flawless and porcelain.
But now you look beyond
What I want to show.
You look through the glass
and see the cracks
Brought on by the stress.
Not enough faith in myself
all I see are the imperfections
But you look right through me
And see all the pain
And still want to fix me.
I know you can make it ok.