I must be crazy,
though they don't all know,
just the nice girl down the street,
that's who they think I am.
Depression,
yeah I said it,
I've gone through it all,
I guess you're judging me for it.
Now since I told you this,
you'll never know who I am,
no longer the nice girl down the street,
but the crazy one who used to be depressed.
You never think me as strong,
since I lived through it all,
cause I'm crazy,
now you know.
"Oh no,
she's scary,
she's stupid,
the cry baby,
not at all any better than she seems
why did she get back her self-esteem?"
Those are the ballads of the judgers,
the naive,
the ones who hate me for my past.
Author notes
'we're all imperfections, face it'
This is actually a fictional poem, I hope that's okay...
A contest entry
- Every Part of [im]perfection by WishMeAway--x.
550 points, ended June 24, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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fiction or not, it was good. because my mom, she thinks people act like this because they knew i had some problems and shit.
so great job
good luck
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thanks for the comments everyone
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amazing
wow for a fictional poem, you really drew on the right emotions. keep up the good work.
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oooh my.... this is a great write. i loved how you put things...
your way with words is excellent
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