by Deny Jane Pascua

Created on: June 13, 2010

I am not always perfect though I pretended to be.

Trying to gain the approval of anyone being amiable as I can be.

Leaving me desolate, disgusted with myself.

How I hate this feeling but I am but a slave.

Who do I call to when my world turn upside down?

Who will dry my tears when endlessly they fall down?

I am but a lonely soldier in this wicked world.

I need to be accepted, I need to be loved.

A shoulder to cry on that's what I need.

Someone to be there for me when I can't fight my battes no more.

Someone to understand me, to guide and lead me.

Who doesn't reject me and not pass judgment on me.

I am weak and my soul is ill,

Thinking so low of myself sometimes I can't bear.

Who do I run to? No one but you my Friend.

You gave me hope, you gave me light.

You made me grow and made me realized,

That I am human who has needs to be met,

And being vulnerable is just part of life itself.

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