I’m not an angel,
I am not a perfect girl,
I have my fatal flaws,
I’m anything but a shiny pearl.

I’m not just a studious student,
I’m not completely sane,
I’m not always a shining star,
My heart does feel a lot of pain.

I have a tattoo,
Etched into my back,
Of an angel in flight,
The details drawn in black.

I’m not always happy,
Sometimes I’m filled with hurt,
I’m not a perfect soul,
I’m like a wingless bird.

What it seems on the outside,
Isn’t always true,
And if you dig a little deeper,
You’d see the sky isn’t always blue.

I have a small tattoo,
Etched onto my back,
It’s a picture of an angel,
The details drawn in black.

I’m not made of miracles,
I’m not a privileged princess,
My life is anything but easy,
I’m drowning in a dark abyss.

I’m not that wonderful girl,
I don’t take things for granted,
I can’t ever be normal,
My life is anything but enchanted.

And I’ve got a tiny tattoo,
Etched into my back,
There sits an angel close to me,
The details drawn in black.

I can feel her presence,
Against my right shoulder blade,
Every moment of every day,
She gives me hope when I’m afraid.

But I am not an angel,
Nor will I ever be one,
Because I have my imperfections,
Like fraying ribbons coming undone.

But there is a beautiful angel,
Drawn delicately into my back,
She watches over me constantly,
The details of her wings sketched in black.