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Kay Jul 2018
I once heard about a place
That appeared almost overnight
I had to see it for myself
So I decided to go at twilight

I heard there was no sadness there
And it was impossible to have a defect
After hearing all the rumors
I was not sure what to expect

I walked through the fun house
And I was amazed at what I saw
The reflections in the mirrors
Didn’t look like me at all

Captivated by their beauty
My eyes never left the mirror
When I saw myself reflected back
I took a few steps to be nearer

That’s when I saw
Too small for anyone else to see
A crack in the mirror
That had the reflection of me

I no longer looked like everyone else
The crack made me look strange
My pimples, wrinkles and scar came back
It was quite an unwelcome change

In front of a reflection nearby
Was just your average guy
He was so focused on his reflection
He did not notice me squeeze by

I walked around the fun house more
And was shocked at what I saw
Most of these people looked nothing
like their reflection at all

When they saw their reflections
Their eyes did not stray
I even heard a man talking to a woman
And their eyes still never looked away

I thought it was strange
A fun house that made you pretty
Overnight becoming quite the hit
In every town and city

But I guess it’s not so different
Than filters and mascara
After more walking and looking
I had decided to end this era

So I walked out of the fun house
Into a world that was much clearer
I smiled when I saw my scar
In my car’s rearview mirror
nabi 나비 Jul 2018
imagine how boring of a world it would be if there were no problems
we would have nothing to work forward to
imagine how terrible that would be
we all have our problems and that's what keeps us motivated
like we are all sitting in this circle trying to pretend that we have no problems
when that seriously is not the case
we all have our issues and our problems
and that's what helps us individualize ourselves a little bit
those issues are what drive us to overcome these obstacles
so why are we trying to pretend like we are perfect
Sara Jul 2018
I wipe marker off the board, and
I have a painful tendency of quickly growing bored.
I can't erase the ink-spots lingering
in high-up corners;
to spare the self-defeat, I teach myself how to ignore them.

Ignore the marks, and stains, and pains
pretend I'm wiped clean, all the same
with little left to lose or gain:
I leave them; growth is self-restraint.

Perfection is a non-existent notion,
so they say;
yet, unobtainability is all I can create.
For in my mind, these false ideals make tame desires stray,
and self-destructive pleasure is my antidote to pain.

I think I'm like a little plant
of stunted growth, just seeds to start,
my plantpot made from breaking hearts:
before I grow, I say I can't.
Before we accept something we must first wholeheartedly reject it.
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like England winning the world cup lol

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Joking, I just use humor to mask my emotions x
Jabin Jul 2018
Symmetry, balance-
Perfection.
It is possible.
You have to know how to blend.
Shade the yin with the yang.
Redefine---------------------------------------------

Never say the curse.
Politeness...
You must know the truth.
Mix the knowing with pretend.
Now, choose your words well.
They listen.

The light from the screen
Pulls the dark
From within my mind.
It asks me what's on my mind.
If only you knew...
I type lies.

Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies.
Lies. Lies. Lies.
LIES. LIES. LIES. LIES. LIES. LIES. LIES.
Because they don't want the truth.
You don't want the truth.
I need lies.

I can't be myself.
I am sin.
Worse than that, I'm wrong.
I can't ever change my mind,
Because there it is,
Forever.

I show what you crave-
Perfection.
It's all tremendous.
This life full of happiness.
No gray, only white.
For your eyes.

When I power down,
I'm weeping.
Tears of confusion.
Tears of impotence and rage,
Because I know - Truth.
Perfection.

Each day, I fear death.
Wish for it.
Each day reminding,
I take a shot for sugar
Because I was weak.
Misguided.

Each day, I am weak.
I pretend.
I want to lash out.
Want the world to feel my pain.
But I don't do it.
I love you.

What is on my mind?
Hate, anger/
No one really cares.
If I die tonight, who cares?
The world keeps spinning,
Deletion.

Programming to cope,
Coded hope-
Trust we'll meet again.
But I'll be in the ground soon.
Fed on by the worms.
No more words.

So I stay hidden.
Sit with the truth
That I am pointless.
All of this is just pointless.
Symmetry of good
And evil.

I'll be what you want.
To save you.
I've figured it out.
Perfect in isolation.
I'll stay here and wait
For the void.

Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies.
Even more-----
I don't really love.
I don't have true empathy.
No, those are all LIES!
No, I choose.

Can you see me now?
Do you know?
My eyes are of fire.
My thoughts are vitriolic.
But my words are sweet.
So pleasant.

Do you understand?
Who am I?
If you say, "Devil"-
Oh you, so full of terror.
You fear yourself too----
Do you not?
Anya Jul 2018
Should I
Let myself flow out
As raw and choppy as I am
Or take myself through a stencil
Perfectly shaped
But
No longer
Truly
Me
Anya Jul 2018
Should I
Put
               every
                             little
              scrap
out there
Or
Should I
only allow the perfect to take up the spotlight
This can be interpreted in many ways but when I wrote it I was wondering if I should only show people the poetry I found worthwhile and keep to myself the rest or just reveal everything that came to me. This could also apply to how much of one’s true self to reveal to friends.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
In a world that loves the artificial,
there are those who will always
love the natural
Funny how society says 'embrace your flaws! Your skin is beautiful! Your body is beautiful! Who cares if you have cellulite? Or acne! Or bad skin?'
when the reality is they don't want to see anything BUT perfection.
It's now 'courageous ' to show how you really look to sociery, especially when you hid behind the illusion of perfection and filters and crap.
Let's keep it real - this philosophy of proud to natural is dying.
But I am one of the few that hold onto it. As long as it's in me, the idea will never die.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Hey, I need your help.
Eager yellings have got me over-thinking,
linking what I think with pain,
I'm on the brink of breaking.
Each incision to my brain,
has never completely faded.
Onto reality, formality presents us to hide everything.
Wrongly suggesting,
we'd be better investing
imperfect perfections-
I've been working on this for awhile now.
Everyone is different, And us, as a society, has said we've accepted that, but we really haven't . We only accept the differences WE understand.
All feedback is welcome and appreciated!
The Dybbuk Jun 2018
The world we live is in is cracked.
It has void where form should be,
And oceans fill the emptiness where it shouldn't.
That's  part of why I tried to leave it behind I think.
The world isn't perfect,
It's actually quite ****.
But it can be perfect with you.
The world we live in is breaking.
Just when you find your bearings,
The labyrinth changes shape,
And you fall screaming into black.
The world isn't perfect.
In fact, it's a ****-show.
But it can be perfect with you.
The world we live in has shattered.
Up is down, left is right, but wrong too.
I can't remember being happy because the world I lived in,
When I could feel happiness, that is,
Is gone. Forever.
This world isn't perfect.
And now it can't be.
But it could've been with you.
The role of humans, on this stupid little earth, is to strive for perfection where we find it, despite what the imperfect world will tell you.
It's not an invitation, it's a statement.
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