All of my life I've lived,
Hiding behind my alleged perfection,
And the wonderful impression I'd give.
But no one knows the direction,
That I've recently taken.
I starve myself to be thin,
And cut to awaken,
The person within.
My body is cold,
And to me I am dead.
My scars a masterpice to behold,
They tell of all the times I've bled.
No one knows of my tragic carastrophe,
For I hide it behind my clever smile.
It forms the mask that completes me,
And hides the real me from society.
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Nobody Perfect by Tara1396.
305 points, ended May 12, 2008, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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oh my god, you are so amazing.
ive been through some rough shit in life too.
i can relate to a lot of you're poems.
i have three notebooks with poems that ive written
everyday for the past two years.
you're a very nice poet.
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