Baskadia

-My gifts and perfections are as transparent as a ghost.

-But, for my flaws and mistake, everyone wants to take a toast.

-I never said I was perfect

-yet I try to forget

-To forget the bruises you forgot on my face

-And then I pretend it's a blush, so l wear lace

-i try to lace it up like sneakers but still not strong enough to run away

-So I stayed thinking I could keep you at bay

-My body arches because I'm trying to tell you that I feel pain too

-But it was always a bad idea being expressive, I always meet the water loo

-feels like like this pain is stocked with me for ever

-the more I try the less I can maneuver

-i still feel it pinned to my skin

-On whose shoulders can I learn to lean?