The Perfect Girl

You used to look at me with so much love

Like I am someone sent by the one up above

Look how time revealed and exploded

My true form now out in the open, not clouded.

You used to call me all the sweet names you think of

Like a candy or a chocolate shaped like a dove

Look how the world ripped the sheets that cover

And I flew like a raven; over my old life I hover

You used to handle me with care

Like I’m some fragile object you would like to spare

Look how crisp my words have become

And to your own sharpness I am numb

You used to call me your perfect girl

Like, at your every command, I should curl

Let me tell you I am never those things

For I am an imperfect and scarred creature, not fit for kings

Why can’t you accept me for being me

And let me be who I want to be?

Even if you try to lock me up

I will never be just another pup hiding under the queen’s cup.  

There are just two things I want to share with you here with this poem: 

First thing, photo is not mine. 

Second thing, I encourage you to let go and be yourself. You have to remember that you may wear different masks around different people every day but at the end of the day, you will be left with your true self. To make the baggage light, drop the masks. In time, you will learn how to fly with just yourself and your true colors.