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Those words, The ones that tear you apart piece by piece. The little words. They feel like a paper cut so small but hurt so much.
My lists bring me closer to perfection, Or at least lead me in the right direction. To be the perfect woman, Requires much dissection. How you walk, how you talk, and the clothes that you wear,
There is a reflection looking back at her in the mirror,what she see's isn't really how she is supposed to appear.Perfectly imperfect from ear to ear,every single line and wrinkle tells a story some with tears.
I am not a virgin, but I am still pure. I am not a warrior, still, I'm fighting a war. Ink against white paper, stained and beautiful. I am an outsider but my heart is still full.
Imperfect Love is imperfect but love is strong. Love is supposed to feel kind like a hug like your favorite song. Love should never feel painful untrue. Love is supposed to comfort you.
You want a perfect poem. With a beginning, middle, and end.A perfect little thing that makes you feel fantastic with a good ending.Of nature, that makes you see the light of things that can't be seen.That is not this poem. Beginning.
I never would have noticed the Abscess on my elbow If they had not pointed it out I strained to see it Red flushing my skin Darker than leather O, you’re right
To scream, I could only wish my mouth, forever silenced by duct tape and lead, remains a barrier between myself and the world between my heart and my head.
People strive to be something different Society wants you to be different But in their own terms They want you to have a thin waist, A big butt, Perfect boobs, Flawless skin, Flat stomach.
I'm not afraid of my shadow, Or the satin woven black Of the night sky, Words it lack. I'm a heavy breather, Fantasiser, I believe In the Northern light. But strap my arms Behind my back
He's not tall, dark and handsome Or a muscular jock Not a hopeless romantic Or a sex-driven shmuck He's not perfect He gets angry He has scars But he's still perfect to me.
I've made mistakes, But they don't define me. I have regrets, But I am not what I've done. I have secrets, But they're part of my past. Come dawn, And come day.
I see those around me
I am not a perfect angel
Everyone one has a talent tucked away, so why should I boast of my strengths? Rather, let me consider my weakness, I'll study their beauty at length. First failing I see is my wordiness,I speak without an end in sight,
For those who cannot see The beauty behind every being Each flaw that makes up a subject Are the characteristics that make you perfect.
Baggy tees No Pants Nagging people don't exist. Messy hair No makeup
There is no such thing as perfect Only imperfect We all have imperfections
"I woke up like this,"My favorite singer said."I woke up like this,"The words ring in my head.What makes me flawless?What makes me perfect?I work hard, I play hard,but always remain studious.
Perfect. That is such an impossible word. As if every
I am not oh-so-beautiful I am no princess in truth I haven't a drop of royal blood Nor silver save my filled tooth Perhaps one may overlook me Give me not a chance
I am flawless. Not because I'm perfect; Quite the opposite, in fact.
An ocean is a terribly complex beauty.
Who is flawless ? I know that I am not. Nor do I claim that I am I am full of flaw as are you.
I am flawless because I'm flawed, The imperfections make me perfect, I'm flawless because I'm 6 foot 5, I have to duck in the shower, And check the pool's depth before I dive,
She takes the dagger and thrusts it into her heart. Why did things have to turn out this way?
For as long as I remember, she told me it was sick That I should never look at one that way It bothered me that she said things like that She wanted me to be perfect, her miracle
A mark here, a scratch there She never feels pretty enough Consumed with the thoughts of others Make-up used as a cover But there are no real flaws
Mr. Imperfection why don't you tell me bout all your perfections and why you ain't got none. Tell me how you think you're gonna make it in this world if you're not the best of what you are
My name is Marilyn, yes like Monroe I have my own standards that I strive to meet I decided a long time ago I was never going to retreat I am flawless because I am not normal
They say there's no such thing as perfect But I happen to know that talk is cheap Flawless is the best thing to be To be who I am I must accept who I am Flawless is just an act that lays beneath
Hair in waves, eyes so green,
Who is that girl with that frizzy,curly hair? Well that's me that looks impefectly, No need to dress up or try to impress, As everybody knows, I am different from the rest, From my long toes to my big nose,
Flowers burst with burning desire Blossoms bloom with every sin
I am not the one who can walk into a room and be the center of attention I am not the one who will be voted as prom queen I am not the one who was born with a silver spoon I am not the one who is seemingly perfect
There is a certain thing I seem to be A manner sweet, and care put in my dress- But deeper look would show I'm nearly free Of qualities that I seem to possess. Success was in my plan, they all would say
At some point in life I will fail it could be a test that was just a mess or a failed relationship that was a stress or even a trial that I endured for a while But I must confess pass or fail, I will fail
Be yourself no matter how imperfect you are because imperfection is life. Nobody on this Earth, nothing in this universe, is perfect.
Everyone's broken in some way. Everyone's been through something, everyone's experienced a hardship, everyone's been so tired to the point that bone is melded to skin and blood is the normal sweat. Everyone's broken.
Some say that bitterness is what broke you, and ripped your seams apart. But whatever it was that consumed you, longing is what lies inside your heart. A longing to be better, is the single thread that binds you.
I don't have to apologizefor not being perfect
I'm sorry I'm not perfect It's not my fault I'm not your perfect child Your perfect daughter I'll never live up to what you want I'll never be good at what you're good at And I'll try as hard as I can
I smile in the mirror, I see something wrong. I have pimples, My hair is damaged, My mouth is too long. I say to myself: You're ugly, You're not loved. But I heard much different,
Our silent conversations have been louder than our screaming matches. The most intimate moments have been cold, whereas our distanced and indifferent attitudes have struck a fire so great within us,
He's too thin. She's too fat. Not good enough. These are words that define what society says nowadays. People judge one another. Anorexia, bullemia, depression.
What would you do if you stumbled upon perfect? Reach out and grab it? Work past all boundaries, potentially burn bridges to have it? Perfect
Oh what shadows I carry and bring with me; We dance all night and sing in perfect harmony, Oh so joyous and free. Together we live so happily, because they're just like me.
I am alone Surrounded by people yet still on my own Severed connections, we cannot relate A wall is between us, it refuses to break The wall is my own, I built it myself
Why i gotta mess up Why do i trust Why do i care Why am i here Why don't i have nobody Cause i aint worth ish, that's why
(poems go here) Ode to happiness and the high it gives you. Suppressing the stress you could no longer bare. Cleaning you up until you’re “as good as new”. It’s like inhaling a breath of the sweet spring air.