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cassius-lee
cassius-lee
American I could go on forever, talking about absolutely nothing.
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I stopped a girl at school one day Just to tell her how pretty she looked And a smile swept across her face. She seemed surprised I’d ever say that, As I am “flawless”. I tossed my head back, Laughed rigorously, And pretended that the situation didn’t make me sad. I told her I wax my upper lip Because my pale white skin highlights my black hair Perhaps a bit too much. I told her my ******* haven’t grown since I was 12, And I dye my hair deep red Because I feared my black hair was too boring. Not to mention my skin isn’t in its best condition And blemishes pop up here and there. I put unnecessary amounts of effort into keeping them to a minimum Because I’m just sixteen And they will never go away. It’s not just my face, though, It’s my back, arms and chest, too. The blemishes are simply on parts of my body That not everyone gets to see. But those flaws are only skin-deep, I said, I’m overly emotional. I over-think and analyze, Thus hurting people I don’t mean to hurt. I’m often self-centred, too, And forget the interests of others. But for an analyst, I said, I often forget to think a little harder about things. I’m overly anxious and stressed out. I want to change, but I never do. I’m hardly serious about anything. Never look into the mirror and cry. You may not be flawless, But neither am I.
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Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
Flawless
I stopped a girl at school one day Just to tell her how pretty she looked And a smile swept across her face. She seemed surprised I’d ever say that, As I am “flawless”. I tossed my head back, Laughed rigorously, And pretended that the situation didn’t make me sad. I told her I wax my upper lip Because my pale white skin highlights my black hair Perhaps a bit too much. I told her my ******* haven’t grown since I was 12, And I dye my hair deep red Because I feared my black hair was too boring. Not to mention my skin isn’t in its best condition And blemishes pop up here and there. I put unnecessary amounts of effort into keeping them to a minimum Because I’m just sixteen And they will never go away. It’s not just my face, though, It’s my back, arms and chest, too. The blemishes are simply on parts of my body That not everyone gets to see. But those flaws are only skin-deep, I said, I’m overly emotional. I over-think and analyze, Thus hurting people I don’t mean to hurt. I’m often self-centred, too, And forget the interests of others. But for an analyst, I said, I often forget to think a little harder about things. I’m overly anxious and stressed out. I want to change, but I never do. I’m hardly serious about anything. Never look into the mirror and cry. You may not be flawless, But neither am I.
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Lying beside one another in bed, Filling up voids in our half-empty heads, After the monster in our fragile hearts had said, “You will thrive, While the king lays down dead.” Throwing stones into a polluted lake, One of us smiles, while the other one fakes, After we’ve beaten ourselves up for our petty mistakes, Our tears are numb, While our heads ache. Falling asleep in one another’s arms, I will lie restless, awake and alarmed, But I will be shaking and breathing unharmed, And you will be safe here, Sleeping and charmed. Talking about roses and their withering death, I’ve realized how much my words lack in depth. I get lost in your words and my idle regrets, And you go on speaking, Wasting your breath. ~Cassius Lee.
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Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
King and Queen
Lying beside one another in bed, Filling up voids in our half-empty heads, After the monster in our fragile hearts had said, “You will thrive, While the king lays down dead.” Throwing stones into a polluted lake, One of us smiles, while the other one fakes, After we’ve beaten ourselves up for our petty mistakes, Our tears are numb, While our heads ache. Falling asleep in one another’s arms, I will lie restless, awake and alarmed, But I will be shaking and breathing unharmed, And you will be safe here, Sleeping and charmed. Talking about roses and their withering death, I’ve realized how much my words lack in depth. I get lost in your words and my idle regrets, And you go on speaking, Wasting your breath. ~Cassius Lee.
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