The way to be Real

I'm not like you,
Not the slightest bit.
You like to think your perfect,
I know I'm not.
You think we sound the same?
Maybe you just picked up the way to be real.
Then again your fake.
Your not being you,
Or at least the real you.
So stop pretending to be the carbon copy you weren't intended to be.
You are 100% capable of out growing that **** stupidity.
You are so mush more.
It's time you grow up and be who you want to be,
Say what you feel,
And love whoever you want to love.
You don't know how long you've got.
How's the time and I'll be waiting,
Cause until your ready I'll be gone.
My staying will just influence you.
That's not what I want.
I do want you to realize that who you truly are is how were the same.

-StefC

Silver soldiers marching across her skin
silencing the voices within
marching
leaving footprints; crimson red
fighting the demons in her head
her minds the  battle sight
her skin littered with blood red graves
the soldiers rise every night filling new demons with fright
fighting till the war is over and all that's left are scars,
when the demons have won.

Everyday the same question runs across my mind
Will this be the day
The day I finally have a good day
Or will it be like the rest
¿Okay?
Would I experience new things
Or meet new people
But no
The same thing everyday
Same boring life of wake up...school...home...sleep...repeat
Same thing everyday and every night for years
Few days of great times
But many days of common events
What will I do next....
Sleep
&Repeat

For all the time I've know you
You've worn a mask upon your face
It appeared beautiful, perfect, and friendly
But now I realize that wasn't the case

For hiding underneath that mask
Was a soldier bent on destruction
Posing as a comrade fighting for good
But following the other side's instruction

You wormed your way into our ranks
And we accepted you as one of our own
But all of us were unaware
Your true intentions had not yet been shown

When an opportunity presented itself
You struck without any hesitation
Our troops started dropping left and right
Without any sign of infiltration

You knew you only had so long though
Before your actions got you caught
So you moved to abolish your final target
A tougher task than you had thought

That night, when you attacked me
You allowed your mask to fall
And as you fled, I caught a glance
Of the real person beneath it all

Well, "What doesn't **** you makes you stronger"
And you make me tougher every day
Which is why no matter what you do
I refuse to let you stand in my way

I learned some valuable lessons
About how you fight this war
And now those same old boring tactics
Won't work here any more

So thank you for the knife
That you embedded in my back
For you just gave me the tool I need
To defend against any future attack.

Wake up, unplug the clock.
Get up too late,
skip a meal and hurry to leave.

A disappointed lecture,
a promise to do better.
Flip through the papers, forehead meets desk.

Leave for lunch.
Order nothing.
Stare at the blank wall with shadowy corners.

More papers, more flipping,
more disappointment.
Grab the keys, start the car, sigh to the empty seats.

Return to the empty room,
smile to no one, pretend to be happy.
Alone, go to bed, the cold blankets don't embrace like a lover.

Rewind and repeat this lugubrious existence.

Perfection is such an ugly concept.
Fortunately,
Beauty and flawlessness
are not synonyms.
Society twisted its definition though.
Into something hideous.
Something unattainable.
It's meaning has gotten tangled in the words
and lost in our worlds demented web of lies.
Pretty shouldn't have a size
and I'll be the first admit despite my shame
I'm guilty of thinking that
sometimes
before I catch myself
and remind myself
Beauty is not tangible
or even explainable
Beauty
one of the few words
that are not words
but concepts
and one of the few concepts
that are left undefinable.