I write poems and songs sometimes. They are not always great, but they help me to get my emotions out, and I hear the tunes in my head.
This one is about inadequacy, and ugly duckling syndrome.
~.+.~
I can see you standing there with sorrow in your eyes, thinking your invisible,
believing all those lies... that you were told,
You've been sold on falsehoods, thought hurt beyond repair.
Seems your joy is irreplacable, and it's left you in despair,
You're inreconcilable to the you you used to think you were,
But thats okay, because thats not who you are all along.
You're not the you you think you are, and you're still