I’m not quite the girl you want me to be,
I know, I know, I know.
The Beauty you see in the magazines,
Forgive me, I cannot be.
The mountain of success you look up to,
Forgive me, I cannot climb.
The world adorned with ruby and diamonds,
Forgive me, I cannot give.
The path most traveled by, of comfort,
Forgive me, I cannot walk.
The person of perfection you behold,
Forgive me, I cannot love.
There are things for you, that I cannot do,
‘cause this life is mine to live.
Forgive me, but I’m happy.
Sydney (Ashburner Street), 30th November 2010 22:07pm
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