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mumma  I wish you said I was pretty  I long to hear those words from your mouth  I want to feel beautiful  But I want you to say that out  loud  You know it hurts,  when the whole world compliments you  but you can never really take their words  because of your own sweet ghosts  that have been built in me by you  I wish you said I was pretty  I long to hear those words from your mouth  I wish you made us confident  instead of insecure and self conscious  so much so that I now don't feel confident with myself  and with looks and with my thoughts complimenting might be a small thing for you but it could change a lot  it could heal my inner doubts  I wish you called me pretty  I long to hear those words from your mouth  so that when i look in the mirror  i smile and feel proud  so that when I talk about myself,  I can openly say im pretty without feeling like a catfish  or without any worry....                                                                                           

Who would I be? If not someone's wish  someone's hope someone's life or  someone's cope Am I living for myself? or just to fulfill their wishes? Their dreams,  Their aspirations, Their feelings, Their job, Their crisis, Their stops, Their prices, what about me? Will I ever be able to break free? Live for me  on my own. I seem to be a failure  But I haven't even started yet fill my destiny, leave everything behind, I want to start a new life. One where I would be free, I would walk on the sand, I would walk on dirt, Whatever I would do it would be my decision. I wouldn't have to look at them, for everything I need I would have sleepless nights, buffet life, I could be at peace, I could be at war, I could cry my heart out, I could smile, I could fly, I could give everything a try, I would be so happy, I would be so sad, Atleast I would be everything I didn't had.