I have my faults, everyone does,
But I smile and carry on because
You know you can't be perfect, you know it can't be done.
I know I say that a lot, but I'm not the only one.
You try, you try, you try again,
You cry, you cry, you cry and then
You pull up your chin, smile, and say:
"It's okay that it didn't work out that way."
I've made mistakes, yes, quite a few,
But come on, I mean that's nothing new.
I've cheated, I've lied, I've stolen, I've cried,
People have told me it'd be better if I just died.
"No way," I'd say,
People need me to be okay.
Being strong is a hard thing to learn,
But believe me when I say, it's not your turn.
To be the one to give no more kisses,
To be the one everyone misses.
Your heart is strong and your head is in the right place.
Now just take some deep breaths and set your own pace.
Your body is your own, your mind is a maze
That can lead you into a very dark haze.
Everyone goes through good times and bad,
But it's not your turn to go mad.
If you ever doubt yourself, just look up at the stars.
I love you unconditionally, regardless of the scars.
~ Lia Rose, July 2012
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