Perfect

A poem written while picking out all the imperfections and comparing them to other people. Nothing else to say I guess....

I'm sorry I'm not perfect
I'm sorry I can't be the girl you want
I've tried the best I could
But I can't escape the truth, I forgot

I'm not the graceful swan who dances and sings
Everyones' eyes light up at the joy she brings
With her gorgeous blue eyes and sunshine hair
How could I've ever thought I could be that fair

I'm not the sneeky fox who speaks her mind
Who even with her sharp tougue she's still very kind
She's dead good with words when she writes
When I first read her work, I had given up the fight

I'm not the quiet little bear
Who everyone handles with tender, loving care
I can't be the girl everyone loves for different reasons
Trying to would be called an act of treason

I've tried my hardest to be like them
But I can't, I can't be like those beautiful gems
I'm silent to the earth unknown and uncared for
I knew this would happen, I should be use to it like before

I will never be a swan, a fox, or a little bear
The more I relized this, the more I feel my heart tear
I'm just a broken doll in a box left to rust
Soon I'll drift away in the wind like dust

Author's Note

If there is any grammer problems please tell me and criticism is good. Thankyou.

Reviews

[The Musings of Mary H.]

Wonderful poem! I enjoyed it from beginning to end!

Just sweep it through spellcheck and you'll be fine.

"I will never be a swan, a fox, or a little bear
The more I relized this, the more I feel my heart tear
I'm just a broken doll in a box left to rust
Soon I'll drift away in the wind like dust"

Love it!

Beautiful avitar!

[Star]

Wow, this was really good. I wonder, though, how you came up with such different and complex elements; the swan, fox, and teddy. Are they based on real people, or just things you want to be?

Send me some mail about it, ok? :]

[Vatsayayana]

Hmmmm.... I remember too many times, especially in high school, where I just didn't fit with the typical stereotyped girl. I tried to be graceful, I tried to be cuddy, I tried to even fit in with the "mean girls" if you will. I like what you've done here. It isn't often I'm able to be drawn back to memories of long ago. Your prose is simple and yet it just flows bringing with it a flood of sensation. This is simple and stunning. You've captured a very true, very just essence of how many a young female feels. I applaud you.

My only question and I ask this with a smile upon my lips... eventually the doll is found again. She is taken out of her box, dusted off, and loved. So eventually what girl will you become? :-)

Brava!