Wednesday, 12 June 2013
11:19:24 PM (GMT)
(( So I was laying in bed and inspiration hit me, so the poetry starts now.
I am the person portrayed as "ugly,"
Acne on my face.
Who just wanted people to see,
I'm part of the human race.
I am the person portrayed as "fat,"
I know I could lose weight.
But have you ever thought that,
Maybe not having a space between my legs made me feel great?
I am the person portrayed as "too good,"
But is there really such a thing?
Maybe you should
Try helping someone with something.
I am the person portrayed as "naïve,"
Too "pure" to be messed up,
But you misconceive,
You've obviously never seen me close up.
I am the person portrayed as "quiet,"
Afraid to break out of her shell.
And when I'm called shy it-
IT MAKES ME WANT TO YELL.
Some of us striving for a perfection,
One we cannot obtain.
Because we are not looking in the right direction,
We are looking towards that which is vain.
Some of us don't care about perfection,
Or think it's already achieved.
But perfection is a deception,
We're all waiting to be deceived.