Carried on my back lies a wish,
To be seen as more than a myth.
Believe what you see is real,
Worth coveting and guarding with steel.
Your view of me as perfect,
Means nothing, makes me sick.
Yet here I lie in a pool of expectations,
Human I am not, a simulation.
I wish to be merely a girl,
One you can love still.
Yet you come not near,
For it is I you fear.
One day let me meet my match,
Lessen the weight that I carry.
Worthy one, reel me in.
For I am yours only, a catch.
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Author:
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
Captivating 💯😍
This seems the call of one that wants to be treated as an equal and have an equal. Now looking for a new relationship where she is not just idolized. Well done.
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