(please help me name this.)

I can’t stop falling, even if I could I wouldn’t.

I just need to keep punishing myself, for all my mistakes.

Nowhere near perfection, I’m no bloody saint.

I just want my own easy escape, my personal getaway.

I can’t look into the mirror without filling my eyes with hateful tears.

It’s like I hate what I see, like i wish I wasn’t me.

You’ve seen the way they look at me, the way the snicker and stare.

If you were me you’d know exactly how that feels, exactly why I can’t deal.

Reviews

[Octob3r Star]

Personal Getaway? I name my own work, and I don't really believe in correction or anything like that. Art is what you make of it, not what someone tells you is misspelled or imperfect. Its what you think is perfect that matters, others only comment to correct or judge for self gratification. I guess its like an "I did something today" issue that's self evident. Good luck with naming your work. Cheers, have a good day. :)

[reflectingus]

I agree with Joshua, Personal Getaway seems like a nice name. I love the flow of emotions intrinsic to the flow of words. I find it really cool how I can relate to most of your writing. haha, great job!

[AK]

Very nice poem. Really strong. You could name it Perfection maybe?