Would You Still Love Me?
The troubled young girl thought
if you found out I’m not the little angel you think I am,
the one you seem to worship,
would you still love me?
She wondered
if you allowed yourself to see that I—
just like you—
have a dark side,
would you still love me?
She pondered
if you discovered that I—
just like you—
have buried parts of an unsavory past,
would you still love me?
Her mind screamed
if you knew how miserable I am
perched on this pedestal you’ve tied me to,
would you still love me?