He looks at me with such gentle eyes.
How can I tell him that I'm broken?
How can I show him my scars?
I love him.
I hate that I love him.
I don't want to love him.
I don't want to hurt him.
I'm scared.
I'm angry.
He loves me,
But I can't be what he needs.
I can only be a stand-in.
A temporary disfiguration.
I can try my best to hide what hurts.
I can try my best to be good enough,
But in the end,
He will find out.
People always find out.
I can't just shut up about it,
Because I'm not perfect.
I'm only,
Good enough.
I'm only,
Temporary.
I'm a stand-in.
I can only be,
a wanna-be-good-enough.