My Sting

Yeah, I used to be beautiful.
But remember hun, it won’t last forever
especially,
if you aren’t thankful for it.

Sure, I can say I still am,
with little hair,
scars,
and a messed up eye.
Sure, If you believe that lie, I will too!

But hey, I’m alive aren’t I?
And I have people who love me.
The hair..should come back eventually,
even though it’s only growing slowly.

And what the heck, the greatest part of all,
has go to be those taunting dreams,
of used to be’s,
could someday be’s,
and the hopefully will be’s.

I love my life,
even though I’ve been through hell
(and heaven too)
a couple times.

But guess what?
I’m stronger than you.
And the sting that I leave,
is unbearable.