Perfection.

I am flawed in many ways
A sweet girl on the outside
Playing with demons inside
I gamble with my sanity
They check with torture
There can only be one winner
My good days are fewer now
Bad ones pile up with blues
I cannot escape my playmates
Hell knows I have tried, a million times
Perhaps in death peace will come
Am I bound to play with my life;
Or is my life bound to play with me?

When did my smile turn to tears?
When have the colours turned grey?
When did my heart go into hiding?
When did curiosity turn to fear?

I am flawed in many ways
Yet I love more then others can imagine
The pain is great but my love is greater.

My good days are fewer now
Yet I smile just for you
The smile might be fake but my love is true.

Perhaps in death peace will come
Yet until then I will live to the beat of my heart
The beat is unsteady but I am ready.

So let’s play this game with life
I might lose but at least I have tried
To me I’m already a winner.