If only I was her With hair of curls Beauty undefined Not afraid to read between the lines Always moving forward A smile on her face Helping others So they won’t decay ~*~ Instead I stand Pen in hand Hiding disgust Moving on with lust Monstrous creature You have made me I’m not perfect It’s not hard to see ~*~ Her eyeliner is just right She is always in site Knows just what to say When you are having an off day If only I was thinner Blonde to the root Then would you notice me Like she does you ~*~ Amazing clothes Perfectly pressed Never once losing Fashion with it She knows where she is going How to get ahead Nothing will stop her She’s planned it in her head. ~*~ Organization failure My hair is a mess I don’t understand How she keeps on like this She is so perfect The kind I wish I could be But why bother trying I am only me ~*~ Picture perfect She makes a scene Intelligent outpour She is never mean Pointing out problems Saving people from hell Why can’t I be like that I need help ~*~ I don’t want to change Who I am inside A few pin pricks And erased lines Outside perfection I would be nice I want to be normal Not have to hide. ~*~ Random outbursts She loves to have Making life fun Treat for the sad Instead I stand Facing it alone When will she see I’m not the girl she knows ~*~ I’m not like you We’re different in so many ways Dreamful depression Has caused me to stray I wish I could be you For just one day Finally see How you hide yours away.
The human story does not always unfold like a mathematical calculation on the principle that two and two make four. Sometimes in life they make five or minus three; and sometimes the blackboard topples down in the middle of the sum and leaves the class in disorder and the pedagogue with a black eye. ~Winston Churchill
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We always wish to be someone who we see as perfect. Those around us seem perfect when we compare them to ourselves. Though those people are different, we must remeember that we are more alike than different...despirte how it all seems or plays out. We all have our flaws, and even the perfect aren't so perfect. On the insde, they are a mess just like us. They just hide it from what they project on their outer skin.
She is not perfect, because no one is. You are perfect in your own way, embrace your flaws. If you have to change for a person, then they're not worth it. If only you could see they beauty and kindness inside yourself.
Better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for who you are not.
Very good poem, i like how you portray a common situation in an uncommonly seen perspective. I know that feeling, and have seen it in others. And so i suggest that everyone lives and loves by the above quote as i do. Because we are who we are, whether it is liked or not. You cannot change who you are, and so you have accept it even if you are the only one who does. A favorite.
Amazing outpouring of emotion. No one is perfect, we all have skeletons in our closet. I suppose that all one can do is just be the best person we can possibly be. Well written Ali
first...the picture is really superb...i like it a lot!
you keep hitting my favourite list in my library!
mind-blowing...i see myself...i see loads of things...
i would say the poem is almost tangible because i can really SEE what you mean!