Who will love me now?
Always giving my heart to everyone; I proudly walk around, foolishly thinking they'd do the same for me. Instead, they snatch away.
I always try to be the best for them. But I always fail.
Full of snickers, they nonchalantly ignore my silent cries, biting juicily into my flaws.
I am not perfect. And neither are they. But they don't know that. I dare not tell them that. Who am I to judge? So I hide.
Screams fill my tearful prayers, God listens and sends his kisses, his blessings; tiny reminders that He will always love me, flaws and all, whether you do or not. All I can do is be me.
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