I wasn't what you expected me to be; Grace and elegance incarnate.
I don't hold the keys to your happiness, I'm lucky to find my own.
I wasn't the girl of your dreams; Innocence, youth, and beauty encapsulated.
No, I'm not these things at all
You put me on a pedestal in your mind while I was still someone else's version of me.
I'm much darker than all that, more jaded than you could've imagined.
I'm not rainbows and butterflies
I'm skulls and crossbones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I loved this poem, this straight forward talk. It's not always easy for one to see who one really is. Sometimes, words of praise from others make us lose our head and we tend to believe we are what we are not. Well done.