i have worked so hard
all my life
to please them
yet when it comes to my happiness
feelings
opinions
views
it's all judged and scrutinized
if it doesn't mirror their own mindset
it's oppressed
and i'm the one getting pushed down
for the way my mind works
or for how my heart yearns
and i'm fed up
it's like ripping the petals off a flower
because it wasn't your favorite color
when it bloomed
i want to be happy
with their consent
instead of faking it
to please them
i want to live my life in light
rather than their shadows
i want to try my best
and it be good enough
rather than always being
flawed

s.s

you touched the raised scar
      beneath my breast, sunken flesh
then said: "how pretty"

beneath his flawless public facade,
coated by the veneer of composure;
and the gloss of success,
he hid tragic despair of his life…

I feel like I am never good enough.
or is it that everyone else expects too much?
I am not perfect.
I am flawed like they are,
and I accept that they are ignorant
of their rude and judgemental ways,
because I am assuming that deep down,
they might feel the same.

everyday I believe in you and me
more and more
the way you kissed me wasn't typical
take me out of my body,
something spiritual
when I look into your eyes
I lose all my self control, I think
might crash and get whiplash
your dangerous
loving you is my fatal  flaw
out of everything your my favorite
~Myriah P.Y.~

Why aren't you better.
Why do you ****.
You said you were going to be a good wife.
Yet here you are.
Ruining the good.
Flawed as you can be.
He doesn't want you anymore
But he's not going to say it.
You share the same bed
The house is both of yours
Yet you never see each other
When you do it's not sweet
There's no cuddles
There's no couple
There's you
And there's him
Why do you do this
Why do you ****
It's not anything he did
It's you.
Bad luck.

I feel like if I were in one of those alternate universe stories where you have the name of your soul mate or a timer counting down to the exact second you meet your soul mate, I would be one of the faults. I would be one of the flaws in the system. I would be the one person who had their timer run out, but the person I had just met still had three years left on their's. I'd be the person to have a name on my wrist and that exact person had a name that wasn't mine. I just feel like I would be the bug in the system that had no solution.