Questions of Clarity

Some girls float
With their cashmere sweaters
And blushed cheeks
Kissing the world gently

But when I look at myself
I don't see an angel
I see messy mistakes
Heartbreak and regret

When I open my sleep eyes
I glance at the mist
And the montains with their jagged edges

I wonder
Would I rather float?
Or am I happy with my feet on the ground?