Perfectly Imperfect Me

You see me as something imperfect,

And you try to tear me down,

But oh silly girl don’t you know,

I never stay on the ground?

 

Your words hit like bullets,

Each one meant to wound me,

But I won’t let you take down the girl,

I sacrificed so much to be.

 

You mock my words with a smile,

Anyone else would call sweet,

But my stomach clenches into a ball,

Whenever we meet.

 

You place the label friends,

And I can’t help being nice again,

Even though I can never tell,

If it is real or pretend.

 

No matter what you say,

Or the bad things you do,

It’s like you are a magnet,

And I always come back to you.