I´m not. Not perfect. Not even close.
Still, i train, take stress, take diet.
Woman in the mirrow, sad as can be
With herself, guess never happy
That image from mirrow, dosent satisfy myself
How i´m afraid, how others see me
But why is that? Why i feel like this? Do I have too much time?
Or is that i´m not satisfy with my life? Situation?
That has to be reaction from something..
My fear, is that my love dosent see me as beautiful as I can be
I punish myself, why did i eat that ice cream...i look fat.
No mercy for me, others? Of couse.
Looking for me, missing my love...
And pain is real.
Do I live my life, or someone else´s?
Does those things, that i do just becouse i want to..those are mine?
Others..do I do those, just because that is something that people expect me to like?
Then again...if i dont like something...maybe..if i like?
How can i be perfect..I´m just building myself..
Do I belive in me? Time to time I do...
But..I´m also human..so..sometimes i dont.
Sometimes i ask: why? Why i write, why I train..why why oh why I´m here?
Then...I feel small voice..you will see that..there´s a purpose for everything.
I dont wanna be perfect...no. There´s too much stress in there.
I wanna be best in me, to my love, to my life..
One day I will be..one day...
I took that today, just now.. another thunderstorm is coming :) (or actually is here already)