Shunning Perfection (Loving Myself)A Poem by Shayla SayerMy flaws don't make me perfect, they make me, ME. And that's who I want to be, no matter what.Shunning Perfection (Loving Myself) I grasp at straws Trying to hold onto something that was never there All the straws are short, for I cut them that way… I never had a chance to win. …I create my own
downfall. I hope for the worst. That way I can be happy, maybe When something good happens. But somehow, it’s never good ENOUGH. …I’m never truly
satisfied. I walk on and pretend the mask is real Telling people the lies I speak of happiness Are more than they seem, for they will become truth After multiple repetition of their syllables. …I lie to myself,
feigning joy. I say words that conceal my fear, my weakness Sometimes cruel, I hide behind a wall Impenetrable, and flawless, my wall protects me But still I cower, afraid that someone will see through
me. …I fear myself,
most of all. I bare my heart, like a petty token Allowing customers to inspect, admire, and criticize They walk away, and I’m left with nothing I clean up my wounds, alone. …I never truly
learn. I still smile, through it all And reach out to those who make me happy Even if they don’t reach back, at least I got halfway And the tightrope wire stops shaking if I sit still. …I’m patient, and I
never give up on love. By: Shayla Sayer © 2012 Shayla SayerReviews
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7 Reviews Added on March 30, 2012 Last Updated on March 30, 2012 AuthorShayla SayerFontana, CAAbouti love to write. i have been penning down my feelings since i was 13. in my own opinion, writing is sort of like love and wine--it only gets better with age. more..Writing
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