Trying to be perfect, to be the one he needs,
Overcoming all my fears, planting little seeds,
Seeds of life and love, ones I never thought I'd bear,
Just because he loves me, Just because he's there,
Raising my head a little, to see his gentle blue skies,
Watching him smile at me, my reflection in his eyes,
I see a little girl now, frowning back at me,
No longer his sweet chorus, just an empty melody,
So take away my halo, I don't need it anymore,
I am not perfection, I'm ground down to my core,
Eyes weary, red and sore, these tears bittersweet,
I don't deserve this happiness, my self hatred I do meet,
Trying to be his everything, but failing time and time again,
Falling through those skies of his, I'll never be the same,
I want to be his angel, his happiness and pride,
But take away my halo, I'll let my sorrow be my guide.
Wow... a "coming to terms" poem. It's feels like a climax with your writing style. I enjoyed it.