Intellectually she can see her worth
Herself painted in beautiful pictures
Being objective, she is a majestic being
Her majesty is obscured by uncertainty
The painting seems less vibrant
And intellect can’t stop feelings.
You feel me?
Reconciling self is hard
The world pities and destroys
Not that she needs any help
Or would ask for it anyway
no, she wouldn’t.
You’ve really been under a transformation. You’ll get where you need to be. The longer the transformation process the bigger the reward. It’s preparation for what’s to come.
I’m hoping this reward is really awesome because I’ve felt like an awkward teenager lately. This growth spurt hasn’t been fun.
They never are, but you’ll stand tall and proud in the end.
Believe me, I feel you. I do a great job of obscuring my majesty.