we present ourselves as perfect manuscripts
nobody sees the crumpled rough drafts and messy handwriting
scattered around the bedroom carpet at home.
nobody has seen the way i've
scratched out parts of myself
that didn't fit into the high school mold
then the parts that didn't fit into my suitcase when i moved away from home
nobody has seen the revisions i've made
do i sound too formal, am i too quiet, do i need to be a little bit funnier in order to be considered acceptable art?
i've thrown entire scenes of my life into the trash
because i don't want anybody to see them and i am ashamed
i sit for hours staring at blank pages wondering how anyone could ever find me interesting enough to spend time with
do you ever feel that way, too?
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
we present ourselves as perfect manuscripts
nobody sees the crumpled rough drafts and messy handwriting
scattered around the bedroom carpet at home.
nobody has seen the way i've
scratched out parts of myself
that didn't fit into the high school mold
then the parts that didn't fit into my suitcase when i moved away from home
nobody has seen the revisions i've made
do i sound too formal, am i too quiet, do i need to be a little bit funnier in order to be considered acceptable art?
i've thrown entire scenes of my life into the trash
because i don't want anybody to see them and i am ashamed
i sit for hours staring at blank pages wondering how anyone could ever find me interesting enough to spend time with
do you ever feel that way, too?
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