Oh the toll of a broken family I see it in the way she sits Curled into herself, disappearing Pushed into expectations she'll never fit Shards of her broken heart, ****** Piercing the lungs in which she needs As I watch her **** her imperfections Thinking that they were solely weeds She's drifting to the world unknown While I watch her fade away So I pray for the girl to my left Never knowing quite what to say
to the ******* the left it's okay to not be perfect imperfections aren't bad it's what makes you human and to anyone else who may be struggling the same goes to you just be yourself that alone is perfect