It's a tough night I find it hard to dust myself off, and to look past my bruises and scars. I look into the mirror and see a girl with tried eyes and a destined fate I'm sure to meet. I wonder if there really is someone out there.
That there is someone who can love me past my physical and mental scars?
Someone who can turn my anxiety into calmness.
Maybe I'm asking to much from the stars, because they rarely shine on me.
I howl at the moon wondering if the universe is ever on my side.
Can someone love a girl who's struggled with anxiety and so much more?
The world tries so much to shame my flaws even my body which lead to many things.
I searched for perfection at one time and it shriveled in my hand and died.
Perfection led to bones and mental disorders.
I'm afraid the person who's destined to be mine could want worldly things like the magazine shows.
But I guess that's the thing and why I tell everyone they cannot say they love me until they've accepted the snakes inside my head, but I'll do the same for them, love them for their flaws because it only shows their human,
I guess that's how I'll know if I found the right star when he can love me pressed against my skin and from afar, will every little scar.