At times, I love being on my own but other times, I need a friend on my side.
At times, I’m comfortable with who I am but other times, insecurities haunt my mind.
I’m not picture perfect but really, who is?
Just walk away if you can’t handle this.
Critics are all around,
most of the time, their words are just a waste of sound.
I’m like a red rose in a field of white daisies,
At times, it’s hard to see but at the end of day, I know that individuality is the real beauty.
(c)Lena Holdman, all reserved 2011
Coffee, late-night writing..just popped in my head. (:
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