You liked me for what you saw, for what  was skin deep.
You liked the decorative icing on the cake.
You did not know what lay beneath.
Was I dry, moldy or a fake.

You did not know my regrets, the things I've done wrong;
You did not know the secrets that I've kept for so long.
But you were perfect; maybe too perfect for me.
I was not worthy of you but perfect I'd be.

If you just wait for a while and give me some time
I would be perfect but right now I'm not worth a dime.

I wish I could tell you
Every little thing
I think in my head
But I can't because
They move too fast,
Are too slippery to grasp
And hold onto long enough
To write into lyrical thoughts
Worthy of your time.

When you walked out
On your daughters
And husband of 22 years
With the fear
That you would never
Be worth anything
In the eyes of the world
If you were merely
A housewife and a mother,
Did you think they didn't love you
Because you were just
Their wife and mother?

Did you not understand
That you were the other half of his soul?
And the bringer of life into the world?
As such, the universe
Could never think of you as mere!

This is for the people who are alone in a room full of people. For the misfits and socially awkward chipmunks. For the ones who feel empty. This is for you because it gets better. One day you will find your people. Chin up little flower.

2. This is for the girls with curly hair. This is for those of you who are too tiny to reach the top shelf or are too tall to blend in. For the gangly arms, the bruised knees. For freckled faces and crooked teeth. For the girls who hate their body. For the girls who love their body. This is for those of you who society states are not beautiful because you are not the norm. This is for the wallflowers.            

3. This is for the 3 AM romantics. For the alcoholics and the poets. For the ones who cry alone. For the people who have passion burning their soul but were not born with the ability to express it.  This is for the actors and   dancers. For the people who have music between their rib cage.          
  
4. This is for those of you who drink black coffee even though you don't like the taste. This is for red lipstick. This is for your out dated cell phone, and your NASA computer. This is for your crocs. This is for the mimers, the clowns, the people who are too scared to love themselves. Your chameleon soul is inspiring.            

5. This is for you, the reader. This is to tell you that you are not alone.

The more I got to know you
The more I loved you
I fell in love
With your truest you

The you that hides during adversity
While the stronger you takes the wheel
Not the you that's tough as stone
The you that really feels

I found this you after digging and searching
So I felt as if i had earned it
But I was deemed wrong in my beliefs
As not even I was worthy

Life is short
Don't you think?
That's when you
Look back and sit.

Life is definitely long
Don't you agree?
That's when you
Live the fullest out of it.

It makes me sad to see
the blind masses
who try to be
so worthy

They try too hard
for them to see
what a life
they can lead

We are here and now
there is no will
to which we must bow

We command our dreams
we are the ones who
must tear the seams

An eternity from today
what will be left
of what we are?