I am perfect.
The sun follows me wherever I go,
bringing light in the lives of the people I know
I can do no wrong.
I sing like a bird,
filling their lives with my beautiful song
I am perfect.
Stories I tell have the audience rapt,
In my magic tales, their imagination is trapped
I have no faults.
there's nothing to change
All of my being you praise and exalt
I am perfect.
But that is my blemish
We don't acknowledge my imperfections exist.
A contest entry
- Every Part of [im]perfection by WishMeAway--x.
550 points, ended June 24, 2007, 19 entries
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We don't acknowledge my imperfections exist.
i feel that way sometimes. the guy im dating, he says im so perfect, but he doesnt see my imperfections, and sometimes i wish he would.
great job on this and good luck
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wow, this is... excellent. i can really tell who would be saying this. and youa re so right when you say that we dont acknowledge that the imperfections are real..
good write.
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Intended to sound like a spoilt brat. This is taken to extreme to emphasise the irony. It's the percieved perfection that is actually the geatest flaw.
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"I can do know wrong."
know- should be - no
it's alright..... i'm sorry but some things just seemed childish..... more complex words would have helped you more....
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Thanks
It's kind of about being spoilt with acceptance so was intended to be quite childish, spolit child thing, maybe this doesn't come accross, thanks for that, will look at it again. Also thanks for pointing out spelling error - oops
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