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You tried to mould me
Into the girl of your fantasies,
But my bones were too big
And my face to plain;
You did like my hair though.
I tried to be beautiful for you,
But you would only look at things one-way;
There was no room for emerald glasses.
I had talents, traits, that you never respected
Reading was never your strong point;
You couldn't even read me.
There was a spark once...
A time I would hold your hand,
And feel utter silence and bliss
Washing through me;
A wave of joy.
But that spark faded
When I realised
I would never be the girl of your dreams;
Your dreams were too small for my bones.
I would never be that girl.