You are more than just a merely lit candle flame who is waiting to take it's last breath as it melts to death.
You are more than that melting wax which still glows for others knowing that it will die.
You are more than the base where the candle resides, which helps it to stand knowing that the only gratitude it will receive is burns.
You are more than hot silver blade scarring with which you draw and the image turn red.
How can you being someone so perfect feel so insecure?
How can you be so loving but still hate your own guts?
How can you be so strong yet draw on your arms and watch the blood flow, yet be satisfied marking your imperfections ?
Your are not perfect. Your imperfections makes you human.
You're the flame strong enough to make the world bright for the ones you love.
You're the wax with an iron heart who is melting but still standing strong.
You're more than the candle's base supporting a way to light the world.
You're beautiful human with your imperfections like a candle.
It has its good as well as bad times. It shows us light in the dark and disappears leaving darkness in our hearts. But as we say, everyone has their own way of observing things;
You may compare yourself to the dying candle or the candle being a source of light.
You can be your own voice, after all it's your choice..!!
