Open my bottle,
There is so much to see.
A desire for love, but I cannot find he.
He, who is smart, and wholesomely good,
There will be no question of if I should.
But I cannot reach him,
For my heart is too dim.
Poke a hole in my bottle,
And you will discover,
That I desire much more than just a lover.
A crave for acceptance that just does come.
This craving is result of my own mom.
I crave a mother who can actually see,
All of the potential and beauty that is in me.
I lack this resource,
And that is why you will find,
I try my best to always be kind.
As I watch others be happy,
I float along.
Trying to find the place where I do belong.
Perhaps I am hiding,
Hiding from the truth:
That happiness can be pulled from me
Just like a loose tooth.
It's just an illusion,
This happiness is temporary.
And to be honest,
I find that pretty scary.
But one day I'll find it,
This happiness I seek.
Then I will see that my life aint so bleak.
And just like the others,
I will be happy and free.
These things will finally be a part of me.
But up until then,
I will live this illusion.
For now, it is my only solution.