You think that was bad?
You should hear what I have said about myself.

..the perfect poem..
   ..is like a perfect diet..

                 ..or the perfect addiction..

       ..soulmate to yourself..

           ..to nurse your oblivion..
                           ..to take care of your universe..

             ..the poem..the word's..sentences..
              
                              ­   ..your life..

                  ..there's your perfect..
          ..if it even exist..

so mayby little china-white ain't so bad
                after all..

..or wine with crystal ****..

        ..the poem is you..

elementary,
middle,
high,
college.

trade
one
master
for
the
next.

They tell you to be yourself
But they also tell you to have perfect grades
Have perfect manners
And to simply be perfect
Now if that is far from being myself
What is being myself?

Enveloped tightly in a space
that once provided enough
but never promised a lifetime.
She twists and unfurls
beneath its surface,
ignorant of even her own colors,
her shape, her scent, her purpose.
And when she breaks open,
it is not without fear of wilting.
It is not without fateful wonder.
Still, she blooms,
catching the sun
just as the universe intended.

You feel a storm in your stomach,
It fumbles your insides
And pours down your face

Say no
to what binds
darling say no
everyday
say no to lies
knock them back
lay them stone dead
everyday
say yes to life