Always knew,
if someone ever fell
for a girl like me,
it wouldn’t be for the looks.
But then what would it be for?
Maybe my mind—
but I’m a little silly too,
never the sharpest in the room either.
Maybe for some “inner beauty,”
but truth is,
I’m not all light inside.
Sometimes I’m too selfish
to be kind.
Maybe my dreams,
but they’re messy too—
half of them crumble,
the other half
scare me when they come true.
And it all makes me wonder,
how could anyone ever,
fall for a girl like me?