I'm sorry if you think I'm not enough.

Because sometimes I wonder if I was ever a mistake.

I know that every time I tell someone this, they tell me I'm wrong with a sigh.

Yet all those words don't stop my heart from the ache.

Perhaps what I would believe in, is your words.

Perhaps if you told me life was all sun shine, I would believe I did not walk on thorns but petals of roses.

So tell me the truth even if its bitter.

The truth may hurt either way, but that's okay.

Cause I'll maybe, for a first time, hear you say a sentence which let's you to pronounce my name

Even if its with shame.