Pedestal
Behind this facade I carry with shame
I’m just a girl with dreams and nightmares
The ones who surround me, hold me on a pedestal
While I try so desperately to cling on for their sake
But holding on for so long, I begin to question myself
My morals. My values. My beliefs.
Am I living life?
Or just following a predestined path led for me
Nothing that I do is enough.
Realistically enough will never be enough
Humans crave for more, satisfaction is unrealistic
Yet I’m still here still climbing the pedestal that will never end.
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