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I don't know why people Strive for perfection Or how easy it is for some All I know is that I can't stand it. When I try, My body flares up like bombs-- Internally, never externally-- And hides my true colors To create a cascade of catastrophe It's like living in a ******* up world The only difference is that I actually get to block it out. I don't remember waking up in the morning With a smile on my little innocent face And thinking about how easily I had it It's too late now, I suppose, to care Yet I still do. Have you ever tried to write a poem On the back of a pack of matches? Have you ever cried for nights Til you couldn't breathe? It's all about you and never about me And that makes the tears fall for days Try this.
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
The Art of Perfection
I don't know why people Strive for perfection Or how easy it is for some All I know is that I can't stand it. When I try, My body flares up like bombs-- Internally, never externally-- And hides my true colors To create a cascade of catastrophe It's like living in a ******* up world The only difference is that I actually get to block it out. I don't remember waking up in the morning With a smile on my little innocent face And thinking about how easily I had it It's too late now, I suppose, to care Yet I still do. Have you ever tried to write a poem On the back of a pack of matches? Have you ever cried for nights Til you couldn't breathe? It's all about you and never about me And that makes the tears fall for days Try this.
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19/M/American
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
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