I know you're broken
nobody knows,
I know you cry yourself to sleep,
cracked inside, but it shows.
the way you look down
when I look you in the eye
you're on your way up, never there
never good enough for your own eyes
treading water to keep up
but you're down on yourself -who you think you are-
look up. look me in the eye,
I know.
and none of that matters, ever will.
I know who you really are,
and that is enough to make me love you.
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