If
I'm an angel, how come
my wings are broken
and my halo is cracked
and tarnished? If
I'm an angel, how come I
still make big
stupid mistakes?
If I'm an angel, then why do I
still feel like I
say all the
wrong things sometimes? I don't
feel like an angel, I don't
feel like I'm
amazing, or perfect or glorious, or
anything like
that. I just feel
like I'm me, an imperfect girl
who's self-confidence wavers
now and again,
who doesn't judge but
just accepts
people as they
are, who helps those who
need encouragement
and such, who still
has her own struggles but
deals with them and who
sings when she feels
like it, dances like a
fool, hopes, prays,
lives day by day, and
dreams. I'm not ordinary, I'm
my own person,
and I'm always
here to listen when
needed, but I'm no
angel.