Insecurity

She’s been so insecured by me because she’s not really pretty.
But she is through me, she just doesn’t want to see me.
My face looks different from the rest, she’s been bullied.
I care about her, she’s so amazing, she deserves better, I can’t even look at her.
I am his husband but I feel so lowly, because I am so insecure about her.
She looks so real, beautiful, I mean so pretty. I was talking to her but she’s not really listening.

I wanted to reach out but she’s flying away, I asked her where she had been, she said flying.
I can feel her anger, she’s no longer an angel, she became a demon.
But she’s still my angel, no matter what happen.
She knows I am writing this because I care.
She’s probably listening, she’s probably answering.
She’s crazy sometimes but I like her anyway.
She’s like an angry little girl, and I am like her secret admirer.
She’s so pretty, I want to take a look at her.
I believe she’s not really her, I believe she’s funnier than the rest.

She’s always my favorite, she published a book with me in mind.
She was happy, she looks so happy, she’s very happy.
She’s excited to inspire others. She’s inspired to keep on doing things accordingly.
She’s always homeless, I know, she can’t be just believing in anything she’s saying.

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