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[aid] => mick
[title] => Perfect
[time] => 2004-03-02 18:21:55
[hometext] => This poem tells it how it is. It explains my feelings. Tell Me What You Think. Be Honest.
[bodytext] => Perfect, A word I hear everyday Everywhere I go that’s what people say I can’t be perfect no matter how hard I try I want to quit life, because I can't stand to cry You say that you are always there for me But you still say I’m perfect, just let me be I’m alone in life no one cares I try to get used to all the stares The tears help me go to sleep at night Sometimes I don’t want to wake to see the daylight Life, is a scary word to hear I hate what I see when I look in the mirror Why does perfect and me go together? When I hear it, I say “never” No one can know how I feel I just hope that I can learn how to deal Brandon says get help, but I think it’s too late I just can't stand this world filled with hate Why is it everyone assumes the best? It’s like my life is a big test If it isn’t perfect my parents are mad Because of them I’m always sad I know I shouldn’t blame But because of them I put my head down in shame Poetry is one way I have learned to cope Should I live? The answer is nope. Maybe if I stop eating, I’ll die Then I’ll never again have to cry Some people will listen to what I have to say They help me get through day by day I just want to die, all this to end I love you all who stayed my friend Through thick and thin you’d try to be there But in the end, I still don’t know if you care I know I should be the one to want to eat Between life and me, I’ve been beat People say tiny when they talk about me I wish people would forget and let me be Or if they really care, they should know Something’s wrong, weight loss is beginning to show The thoughts I have people would call insane My tears fall like pouring rain This life I live is not the best I have failed my final life test The end to hearing I’m perfect again The end to feeling like eating is a sin. January 15, 2004 By: Sarah Bumgardner [comments] => 4 [counter] => 250 [topic] => 61 [informant] => perfection [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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