I tell her she’s beautiful but she insist she’s not
Faced with demons she runs from
Erased like the lies she feeds herself
She hides behind a mask hoping her parallel aligns
Described like the sun she compares the moon
Casting a blurred vision she can’t see the road ahead of her.
Guided with one hand held she’s led to see the picture of herself
As she grows shadowed by the thought of failure.
He will always be there every step of the way