
theres some of us that act like an angel.
but these "angels" are most the time fallen and hurt inside.
they may seem happy but there just hiding the feelings inside.
just a little better then others.
some of us feel like nobodies.
some of us feel like failures.
some of us look in the mirror and can't stand the person staring back at them.
some of us look in the mirror and think "I wish I was pretty"
some of us look in the mirror proudly and think of just how great they are.
some of us lye to ourselves just cause they think that might make them feel better.
no ones perfect not even these so called angels.
you can stop the hurt or pain but never the memory.
you can rise up.
but we will never be perfect.







