Who is the girl that is my reflection?
She is the definition of imperfection
Why is the girl in the mirror not me?
She is all I don’t want to be
Is every word out of my mouth a lie;
While the real me hides nearby?
With everyone I have ever hurt
Lying behind me in the dirt
Do I even stop to glance at them?
Or do I just unjustly condemn?
It seems that everything I ever desire
Just seems to start a forest fire
Of devastation and disaster
Spreading everywhere faster and faster
Hellos always turn to goodbyes
Over the dishonesty of my guise
Love always turns to hate
Over the deceptions I create
Why can’t I be who I know I am;
The girl I was before my deceit began?
Why can’t I take off this mask?
It seems like the easiest task
Or is this not at all a jest?
Am I only the girl I’ve failed to suppress?
Yet I look at my reflection
And see only imperfection
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be happy! (: good job
Haha thanks. 🙂 I always try to be. 🙂
good! ^_^
it is unbelievably true, beutiful and has the kind of flair i really like. congrats Emi i'll be sure to print it!WOw
Thank you! 🙂
Again, this is so impossibly beautiful. There`s no other word for it; perfect.
Your poem kind of reminds me of... me. I`m a perfectionist on everything, and this is something I normally see through my eyes; although I try not to...
🙂
Yeah, it's the same for me... 🙁 But I guess we just have to look past what we don't like and realize that there's good in everyone, including ourselves. 🙂
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