I have feelings

I cant fly up towering the peak of the mountain top
I cant make the flowers bloom benevolently
I cant make it rain pours heavily on the rooftop
Nor make the sun shine more fiercely

I am only a girl, stuck in the ominous days were minds are set to messed up beside the pavement

Is this how I portray myself?
I refuse.
I am stronger than the thickest wood.
I can resist the thickest shred of knife you hurt me

But I have feelings

I am not perfect.
I am a girl.
Am I not perfect?
I’d like to think so.
Oh please, let me.
Am I to blame for this?

Would you care to stay by my side?