I lose myself, collapse; another breakdown,
I find myself; rised; another landslide,
I changed; succeded; another let down,
but those little things outside, shutdown.
I'd opened my eyes and saw what's inside,
not knowing what I was capable inside.
I will never look back at my old self.
I'd crushed myself, with makeup.
Only cared for the looks; no attention was given.
Being blinded by reality.
I didn't want it to be real, this reality,
but I'd found a way, a pathway.
Being myself made me beautiful.
Now that I found my individuallity, and found my pride.
My new friends describe me as;
Kindness, Generousity, Trustworthy, Perfect.
I've fixed my flaws and reached a conclusion,
Nothing is more beautiful than having a beautiful personality.
Judgements don't matter to me, because my heart is flawless.
I am flawless.