Engulfed by the worlds expectations,
How I react is the test of my strength,
Others have told me.
They don’t comprehend I
Do this for myself,
But not only me…
For you, as well.
Look at you,
So thin and perfectly smiling.
I have to beat that,
I must take hold of this control.
Your heart “breaks” for me.
My body breaks the scale.
Let go of me,
Let me rid my weakness.
Tell me I am doing damage
To myself. Damage. Damage.
If that is so..
Then let me be good.
No. Let me be
Damaged Goods.
Author notes
don't like it.boo.ugly.
understandable?
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Wow this is intresting a little confusing but I like it you had good word choice I really like you saying damaged goods as the title it's pretty good. nice Job!
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I admittedly agree with you that it is "boo. ugly." But in a way, doesn't that suit your subject matter? Isn't "damaged goods" better as a rough poem than as a polished masterpiece? I think so.
I like it, by the way.
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