Just the way I am
But I wonder
When he looks at my scars
Does he fear me?
Do the battles I have fought
Intimidate him?
He says I'm beautiful
And grow more so each day
But this doubt creeps in
At the back of my mind
What if this is just a sweet lie
A temporary temptation
Until someone better
Catches his eye?
He says I'm perfect
And I don't need to change
Yet I feel inadequate
Like a weed
In his garden of perfection...
Yet he still insists
That I am perfect
Just the way I am....
~S~
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