Should I have pretended to be perfect,
the way your eyes had preferred to see?
Should I have told you lies,
and let deceit lead you to me?
Should I have hidden my flaws and weaknesses,
and convince you that I'm an angel sent from above?
Should I have faked better attributes,
so maybe you would think I'm good enough?
Should I have showered you with expensive gifts,
so that I could win your utmost attention?
Should I have promised you a thousand promises,
to wipe away your apprehension?
Should I have offered you less of my concern,
so you wouldn't have doubted my sincerity?
Or should I have not considered all this in the first place,
because it would mean I would have not been me?