I can't be her forever
That girl who wears exquisite dresses
Who is adored by all
Who cares for others, and shows sympathy.
As I grow older,
Their love for me fades.
Is that a realisation that they won't love me unless I'm a little girl with dreams afresh.
When will I be showered with love, unconditionally?
All fondness, she's snatched it away from me.
I adore her too, but please, let me be loved too.
Now I am, nothing but a burnt out girl, who some like, while others averse.
What can I do now? Or say? Or think?
One wrong move, and they turn on me like I'm a creature awful.
So please, let me be her, so I can reclaim the love I was showered with once.
If she can be dearly loved, then why can't I?