Brisa Maia

(7/11/96 / Belohorizonte, Brazil)

Not Good Enough...

Although it’s clearly over now
I still suffer in my woe
The reasons you left me behind
I don’t believe ill ever know
Hiding behind the good things
I try to find myself
Leaves only an empty feeling
For I do not offer as much as everyone else
My hair never looks as lovely
As most other peoples’ do
My smile is somewhat crooked
And my words aren’t always true
My heart always seems to find
A way to be miserably broken
My body’s not in shape
And I'm far too outspoken
My eyes are an awkward color
And my shoes are never clean
You told me I wasn’t good enough
Now I fear I know what you mean
They say to keep your head up high
It’s hard when you feel this love
Although it’s clearly over now
I still suffer in my woe

Submitted: Thursday, March 25, 2010

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