An endless battle fought inside,
The deep longing for love,
For passion, desire, heat,
Arms to hold and protect,
Someone to cherish her.
Yet she can’t pretend
To be anything but who she is,
She won’t hide her feelings,
Her opinions, dreams, wants.
She needs to be herself.
But herself doesn’t seem to be enough.
She is far from perfect.
Filled with sadness
She knows she doesn’t measure up.
If only she could change,
Cut away those parts
That don’t quite fit,
Maybe then she would have
The things she wants beyond all others.
Though the reality is she can’t.
She has to play the hand life dealt.
It is hard to face,
She might always be alone
That she just isn’t good enough
As she is.
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