She thinks she’s not perfect not pretty at all. She’s been marred by past hurts that led to a fall.
A fall in her worth, feeling empty inside, makes a girl wonder if it’s worth being alive.
She thinks she’s not perfect and can’t help but wonder, are they laughing or looking, can they see how she feels under.
Under this shell it’s real easy to hide, that her hope and hunger seem to have died.
With Each day feeling longer as she struggles to confess. Can she trust them and count on them or are they just like the rest.
The past has taught her different so she must withhold, But wait there was someone to pull her through the cold.
They loved her and kept her close by their side. But loves not forever, the fairytales lied.
Some people are taken while others left awake. Her God being love hopefully isn’t this fake.
Would He have taken such a lovely blessing. When you’re not perfect life keeps you guessing.
Life continues to haunt her as it passes by, no one to run too, it was all just a lie.
It started with singing and ended with regret, maybe if she were perfect, she could simply forget.
She thinks she’s not perfect and they tell her why, do this, do that, says every other guy.
With all this emotion and love locked inside, there’s thousands of reasons for all the times she’s cried.
Just when she has accepted she’s not perfect at all. One stood beside her to catch the great fall.
To him she wasn’t prefect, not a little, not at bit, but more than just perfect, she was impossible to forget.
It wasn’t her beauty which was more than the rest, or the fact that her presence made him feel the best.
It wasn’t the talent that was hidden inside, with music and singing she could walk with great pride.
Nor was it the fact that she has overcome it all. Life is a struggle we have to fight or we fall.
It turns out she’s not perfect, not perfect at best. For to be perfect she’d be like the rest.
She is more than just perfect, in a league of her own, with no one to compare can feel so alone.
Are the feelings true, Are they laughing, watching or judging. Was she forgotten or are her emotions not budging.
Would it have changed if had answered one wish, or is it perhaps a gift that her life turned out like this.
Maybe there has been a creator molding and shaping her For. When perfect would only get so far, she was made for much more.
For the struggles she faced were growing something greater, she may not have felt it then, but she will know it later.
It’s the hurt in our life that helps us to know love, a gift so precious only sent from above.
So when you don’t feel perfect, look deep inside. Know your worth is growing, and not one of them have lied.
You’re so much more than perfect, set apart from the rest. To fulfill a greater purpose, for this you will be blest.