The best and worst thing about me
was that I always wanted to be perfect
and it wasn’t for everybody else at all
I aimed, longed, yearned to be perfect
for my own selfish intentions
and my hedonistic reasons
The best and worst thing about me
was that I was quiet and ran deep
Other girls would laugh or cry as they
tilt to almost crack their pretty necks
But I held my ground, I stood firm
no one ever and will see me break down
The best and worst thing about me
was how incredibly selfish I was
to think of my flaws instead of other’s
and thought ‘Maybe it was my fault’
Because everything was a two-way street
and knowing me, I probably started it all
The best and worst thing about me
was that how good I was in hiding
what I thought, what I felt deep down
as if I didn’t have emotions whatsoever
When in reality I thought and thought
and felt too much for such a frail heart
The best and worst thing about me
was how much I loved and love you
and how I didn’t know what to do with myself
That my perfect, quiet, selfish little self
had finally broken down into someone
that aimed, longed, yearned to be loved by you
Airah Writes 