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[sid] => 125085
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Figure Me Out
[time] => 2006-08-30 00:50:04
[hometext] => just another poem, trying to explain how i feel.
[bodytext] => Pick out the things, that I can't seem to stand. Stand in front of my mirror, Try to pick them off by hand. Whether my skin so bleak and red, Or covered with tiny spots. My eyes the color of darkness, Or mistaken for big black dots. Or my face and the way it's shaped, or the color of my hair. Neck to scrawny and hips to big. I would change it without a dare. Being too tall, Or not tall enough. These things I feel to confusing, Perhaps they're too rough. Maybe it's not my looks, But the person I am inside. I simply am a human, what is there to hide? Hypocritical and not good enough, to ever understand myself. Say the wrong things at wrong times, this is not in good health. I eat too much, or I need to eat more. The Feel of the need to lose it all, Is impossible to ignore. My clothing to dark, Or way too wacky. Can't I wear what I want, without being called tacky? I can't give advice, good enough to rely on. But when I need something, the advice is far from gone. I'm too emotional, and get too depressed. Things affect me too much, letting go is far from best. I've done some things, Way out of hand. It's something I can't take back, and this I cannot stand. I've lost so many people, whove meant the world to me. I'd give anything to have them back, but this is what life seems to be. I can't stand a lot of things, I can't stand myself. The cure to fix this feeling cant be found on a bookshelf. Don't take my hand, and tell me things will be ok. Runaway with me and help me out, to find myself within this mess, I know there is a way. Runaway with me, and help me through this mess. I can't seem to find myself, In this feeling mixed with stress. What is it you even see, That you claim to love so much? What is I've done, To change your life and such? Why a person like me, Of everyone to choose? Why waste your time with me, When I'm the one confused. Not confused about you, But confused about me. How i have all these things, With the person I'm claimed to be. Help me out, Figure out everything that makes me wrong. Maybe once Ive figured it out, It'll be enough to keep me strong. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 21 [informant] => -xhaleyx- [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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