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Why do I keep Fighting?

Breathing, Because I like the steady pace in my ears
A little bit of stillness, because I cant stand all this moving.
When Did I loose touch, with what I thought was me.

Lets trace back my tainted heart...

All those tall tale's amused for the hour
but my soul still wreaked with the false pulse...
My eyes hide truths, and exaggerated wannabe stories

Attention, we all thrive on it
Why cant I??


Lost in swirls of pretty patterns
and an image I want to fit in to...


One brutal slap in the face...

& I fucking woke up....

A deep dip, into a bath of realization

I needed it, I needed it...
I could feel the sticky lies peeling off my skin
Letting go off all those ties felt so amazing...

No more image...

No more fixing myself for them

Sick of not being good enough

I decided that I was

& that was what they needed to hear
It felt so good to breath again...

Without their restrictions

Not quite accepted,
Not quite rejected
I walk the line of outcast, and Beauty queen

Because I know what they look at is me,

They just dont know how to handle all that

Imperfect Perfection....






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  • oh willoughby
    April 24, 2007

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    No more image...

    No more fixing myself for them

    Sick of not being good enough

    I decided that I was



    "Not quite accepted,
    Not quite rejected
    I walk the line of outcast, and Beauty queen"

    and that line rocked ass!


  • blemished irises
    April 24, 2007
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    Hehe. Forgot These =]

  • blemished irises
    April 24, 2007

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    "Breathing, Because I like the steady pace in my ears
    A little bit of stillness, because I cant stand all this moving.
    When Did I loose touch, with what I thought was me. "

    Shit baby. You have no clue how much I can relate to that right now.

    "Lost in swirls of pretty patterns
    and an image I want to fit in to"
    "& I fucking woke up....

    A deep dip, into a bath of realization

    I needed it, I needed it...
    I could feel the sticky lies peeling off my skin
    Letting go off all those ties felt so amazing...
    No more image...
    No more fixing myself for them"

    Wow bb. Just wow.
    &hearts


  • Dead Star--x
    April 24, 2007

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    Lost in swirls of pretty patterns
    and an image I want to fit in to...

    that and the ending line made me fall in love with you ♥ imperfect imperfection.. xp thats why i have my screen name ♥ bwweautiful hun bweautiful-let it all out ♥
    PrettyxImperfection


  • requiempoet gold member
    April 24, 2007

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    Imperfect perfection. Yes...we strive to be perfect but yet...we make ourselves even more broken and not perfect then when we startd. It will all work out in the end. It has to.

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