No one will ever love my cringe smile
or my wide teeth.
And no one will ever love my messy hair
or my daydreaming kind of stare.
No one will ever care about my wishes,
about my dreams, cause no one will ever
be the one, who truly understands me.
As such as no one will ever notice
the little wrinkles on my forehead,
when something bothers me
or the noice I make,
when something is way too funny.
No one will ever be the one,
who knows what my knodding means
and that my overthinking really destroys me.
And no one will ever care about the fact, that
I am afraid to drown in these endless thoughts and that wasn’t even my biggest fear yet.
Cause no one will ever understand my biggest fear is, that I have nothing to say.
All these facts are a part of me,
a part of who I wanna be.
But nothing hurts more as the fact,
that no one will ever love
all these little imperfects.