What if I weren’t me?
What if I were afraid every day?
What if I started to believe?
To believe I could be the woman you need…
A damsel in distress,
a delicate flower with no power,
with no thoughts to call my own,
just a woman to clean your home
Needing a man to make me whole,
where marriage is my only goal.
I could perfectly portray the woman of your dreams,
but it would never rise to the realms of the real.
Never more than a fantasy forged in the fires of your desires
An illusion that never alludes to what’s true,
I’m not the woman for you.