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 ******* my 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