I still belive that I can fly.
Secretly I have wings,
that strech aross the sky.
Sometimes I pay too much attention to these things.
I still think that to be "flawless."
Is to see three magic lines on my stomach and pointy bones,
that say I have control.
Sometimes I can't pump my wings.
I still think that to be "divine."
Is to be accepted,
by both genders for my genetics.
Somtimes I am not in control of these things.
I still want to be the emblem of perfection.
But that is to be seen as a god,
and while I know I can be special...
Most times I still struggle.