I am not perfect, I will never be
But I am just my own self
There is no one, quite like me
I have freckles and brownish hair
I have never been too pretty nor too fair
Yet all I know in heart is this
My weathered heart seldom selfish
All my life, I hid my scars
To please the world
That doesn’t care
But deep down somewhere underneath
I knew this would hardly be
For I have wounds
Too dark, too deep
Yet they are all my own to keep
One thing I was never told
My battle wounds
Would turn to gold
And every wound has fables old
And every lesson, my heart could hold
