There are some times, that I wish I could be,
More like you, and less like me,
Cause everyone likes you, and you seem so perfect,
Yet I hold on firmly to my imperfect self,
In hope that one day I'd be complete as well.
Why does everyone always seem much better than I,
Why does my heart shrink in sight of other people,
I fear I may live in the shadows of others forever,
To drown in sorrow, never to discover,
If I have, more than now, to offer.
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