Sometimes I blame myself for the position I'm in..
I often tell myself, you are just a figment of imagination at times.
You are not that guy people usually go for or want to attract too
Look at you, all busted. Bruised, imperfect limbs, lips so big they are shaped like soup coolers, and you are just the average guy.
You get in a group or crowd, they overlook you. They admire the attributes of the others around you because that's what society wants.
You are just that, nothing. A figment of imagination
A smear in the mirror.
At times I think god made me this way so I won't be happy
Its never easy to let go of the crazy thoughts in your head.
I got the intellect, the dream job, everything I've accomplished and work hard for but the one thing I yearn for , the thing I wanted most was to be loved like how I love hard.
But I need that answer
Until then I'll hold back those tears and be strong
I got to do this for myself.
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