You look at me – I’m nothing like a star,
My defects shine through kindness I show,
My soul and perfect one are distant-far,
I’m way more dirty than the April snow.
You always want to push me on my stones,
To break me half, to make me cry again,
You try to spit your pity in my soul.
I’m tired of willing to confuse my brain…
And still I’m silent. Just imagine, though
That I will notice every flaw you hide.
Before I’m gone to where the wild winds blow
I hope you’ll look at what’s inside my mind.
So firstly try in your mistakes to see
Whatever else you’d like to change in me.