I let people get the best of me
I let little things get the best of me
I look at the mirror just to find
Missing pieces

It doesn't make sense
I close my eyes then see flashing lights
It's like the block my path
My mind is constantly shifting

Am I still human
I'm not sure if life will ever be fair
I guess I'll just be a broken woman
I've become a fairy tale with lots of lies, made up smiles , broken inside heart filled with fair.

I'm in a Hunt, to finding the real me
The best me
The me who is not comparable besides me.