They say that time is like a river
And stories are the key to the past
But now I'm stuck in between
Here at my typing machine
Trying to come up with some words that will last.
-Coastal Confessions, Jimmy Buffet
I'm not a lost cause, mostly because I refuse to be. I refuse to be the person people have always assumed I was and will be. I am not useless, I am not unloved, I am not alone. I am myself, I am unique, I am cared for, I am beautiful in my own way. And nuts to anyone who says differently.
You said that I wasn't pretty
So I just believed you
And you said that I wasn't special
So I lived that way
With critical gazes and brutal amazement
And how my reflection could be so imperfect
With all of my blemishes, how could somebody want me?