A concept so foreign to you
as you sit on your handcrafted pedestal
and you draw all over the girls who didn't make the grades.
You convince yourself that difference means imperfection
Will you ever put acceptance before expectation?
I guess life is too short to be wasting time on anybody who isn't as perfect as y-
Wait, is that me?
Why are you scribbling over me so eagerly?
What did I do wrong?
Did I not love you enough?
Was I not enough?
Remember when you stood there and you told me I was your first true love?
Now I'm watching you label me the "let down"?
How can I have so many faults?
How can I ever be ok with this?
How can I accept that you left?
How can I get my heart back from you?
Will I ever be able to accept myself again?