I may be naïve, and a little shallow
Young, and reckless
And my soul is hollow
I may get angry, and I may cry
I say hurtful things
And I always lie
But you see my traits
And you see my flaws
You see what you want to see
But do you see me at all?
I know I'm selfish
And I can't let go
I'm not close to perfect
Believe me, I know
But give me a chance
Don't overlook me
Just because I'm nice to you
Doesn't mean I'm a fool
I know where I stand
And I know when I'm used
Because I'm not a tool
To be borrowed and thrown
I'm a person like you;
I will not be owned
But now I am asking
This one little thing
Do you understand?
Do you have what it takes
To be my friend?
A.C.
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Clouds
PoetryPoetry by a girl who always has her head in the clouds. Angel's Poetry Collection # 2
