I may sound polite and wise
It's all disguise and lies
I am not charming nor funny
The one I always pretend to be

I am full of scars
I am full of flaws
I feel lowest of the low

Can't you just pause
And stare at my flaws,
my painful scars,
At my numb and cold lips
At my wild and intense eyes
Can't you see what's going on in my head
All those ugly and violent thoughts

Can't you see
The real me

And will you love the real me?

- Obaid



Oa
Baba
Bana