Idk...a poem maybe?

My heart stops when I see the pure beauty of the world Like that song my mom use to sing to me Im just the average girl, wishing on a romance, wishing on a star Only to realize that star is hella far Out of my reach, only finding peace Within myself. I touch myself and wonder if Im real, Real enough to be here I think. So I pinch myself and come back to reality to find that the pure beauty of the world was my imagination when I closed my eyes to escape my pain, the pain of a migraine. I use to wonder what my life would be like if it were perfect, to find that my like was perfectly imperfect so I got a tattoo, that thing we do..yeah us young people. Dreamin on a dream, that dream seemed mean as in bad yeah that good bad so I made it come true I call it Sweet Toots. My heart stops when I see the pure beauty of the world, simple things like bee's...take my breath away.