All my life I've never been good enough
I have to beg for attention,beg to change situations,
I have to love a whole and end up falling in the deepness of my hole,
I have to bring that false smile,hold the joy or end up sleeping in my cry.
All my life,if am blessed with a minute of happiness the rest of the day live in pains,my reflection is freedom yet my soul is bound in chains.
In the physical me,I am happy,but the opposite I am ruined with canes.
But when the sun is up,I am happy,but under the moonlight my identity is sad.
What is exactly the nature of my purpose??
What is the essence of making my spirit bad?
Who dares to love me endlessly?
Who dares to love me now?
Who dares to care for a broken soul?
Who dares to bear my cold?
It is not my personality that shows my beauty, but my scars.