And in a world where we had no expectations to be disappointed
That might be true; but this is not that world.
I will never be all that you want me to be,
I will never shine as bright,
Be as faithful or attain all that you believe possible.
I will fall and fail,
I will choose roads you would not choose
And are not meant to travel.
But I can not be other than what I am,
I have twisted my body to please you,
Contorted my mind to understand you,
Destroyed my heart for the dream of you.
No longer can I pretend that your dream of me
Is who I am.
Or what I want to be.
Along the road back,
I have found pieces.
Once hated, now treasured.
The only real piece of me was the piece that did not fit.