Bedside Lamp

by, Cassandra

This light you see, that's all intense;
it seems so real, but it's all grotesque.
Fake, so fake, not real at all.
It's just a bedside lamp shedding light on me.
I'm not an angel, baby, not at all.
Don't make me be something I'm not.
Love me for me, not who I could be.
Love me in the dark as well as the light;
through all the good and the bad.
I'm going to fall, don't be appalled.
I'm not perfect, baby, not by far.
The light you see, so all intense,
it's just a bedside lamp that's shedding light on me.