Pain
-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,
