I am lost. I'm afraid.
I did bad things, I have paid.
I am small, I am weak.
They don't see it. I am chic.
Mama told me that I'm perfect
I am all that she has left.
So I stay here
everyday here
I am hiding that I'm cleft.
Once upon a time I fell
for someone, deep with every cell
until I saw that I'm in hell.
I cry, I scream they never see
my broken wings, they don't believe
that I am lost, that I am grieved.
My Mama told me once again
that I am perfect I am sane
and I start recover till that day
where I found my beautiful way.

-written by johannadreamworld