I may not be as fast.
I may not have the smarts.
I may not be quick witted,
Or have the looks to charm.
But I am me,
What you see,
Is what you get.
Don't ever let the world have a chance,
To make you do something,
You regret.
Everything comes with a price,
Not a single thing is free.
So when you look me in the eye,
Be ready to see something you don't want to see.
Be ready for the heart ache,
That has plagued me so.
Be ready to see all my fears,
The scars, the bruises,
That I have yet to let go.
They have no reason,
Or explanation to be.
But what they are,
Are memories.
The things I'm still able to see.
The things that I remember well,
Yet the ones I fear to tell.