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Jul 2016
I hear them like the wind
They whistle pain and terror
I always feel like I sinned
Like my life is an error
Making me hide behind a mask
Shatter these voices like glass

They tell me she doesn’t love me
And that one mistake and it’s over
Sending me off, lost at sea
But I know she is my true lover
My relief from life’s lambaste
Shatter these voices like glass

More they whisper that I am alone
That my friends lie and are fake
But I know not to listen to this drone
Because to their words I awake
Realizing life isn’t some hellish task
Shatter these voices like glass

Imbecile! Idiot! Failure! Wrong!
I hear them scream causing conflict
But really I realize that all along
I don’t need to be perfect
For I am a human who does matter
Perfect glass I choose to SHATTER!
All my life I've thought I had to be perfect for everyone because if I wasn't they'd forget the love me back. Ironically I was tryharding at life. With the help of those who love me I realize love isn't that fickle. I had these voices who would tell me I was making mistakes every step of the way and coupled with my perfectionism, I ended up breaking. Those voices are from perfect sculptures of glass that I tried to be but I know better.
Written by
Brett Palmero  26/M/Chicago
(26/M/Chicago)   
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