Why is it so hard to feel?
Like a doll and I'm not real.
What are you really expecting?
My life isn't wasted by perfecting.
In my eyes there is deep fear,
realness is gone, nothing clear.
All my life and just a reject,
but I know I'll never be perfect.
Why is it everytime you come my way,
that I feel I'm going to melt away?
How is it that you can give me respect,
when I am nowhere close to perfect.
When I find love, I call it lust,
and it is so hard for me to trust.
Maybe it's my heart that is wrecked,
or could it be that I'm not perfect.
How come you can love me for my flaws,
because it goes against all my odds.
And how is it that you are so direct,
that you are fine without perfect.
Author notes
hmmm
do what you want with this..
let your mind free
I don't know...
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Loving ones own self inspite of our imperfections
That has been my biggest obstacle...True love is there ...I still believe ...
This is a heartfelt and familiar write. Well done - thank you for posting - well said. No one is perfect. I wanted to read this again and expand my previous comment - I really liked what you had to say. -
I think what you are feeling is normal for the heart. If you have a trobled past then it is harder for you body to let go.
great poem you have really expresed your emptions that is trapped within your emty soul
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I love it.
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Thanks
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Vivid, mature
Well thought through, excellent verse rhyming.
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awww thank you very much.. it means the world to me!
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I really like this. A lot of emotion was in this. Thank you for sharing. ~~Iridessa~~
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great write... nobody is perfect angel
that is just how God created us... and the reason most probably is because he wants us to strive towards that perfection
ultimately an exquisite write!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -
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thank you so much!! sorry for replying so late. i totally agree though
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a good piece of poetry, ah if you look closely you will see the fear in everyone's eyes.
well we love each other despite the flaws, the flaws make us interesting
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When I find love, I call it lust,
and it is so hard for me to trust.
Maybe it's my heart that is wrecked,
or could it be that I'm not perfect.
Who asked you to be perfect?
Your poem is perfect, and you are someone special, who need not be perfect because the word perfect is way to small for you..you are more than perfect
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awwwww thank you. i totally agree, and i guess everyone expects me to be perfect
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screw perfect.
Have you ever thought of editing? I get what you are saying, but sometimes too many words take away from
the impact.
it's so hard for me to feel
like a doll, I am not real
i wonder what you expect
truth is, I'm not perfect
do my eyes show the fear
of realness gone and nothing clear
all my life, I've felt rejection
because my family wants perfection
and on...
you can tell me to go play in traffic, if you want...or something worse...lol. but..i mean no harm.
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Actually that was pretty halepful...
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Cool
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Take it from a person four times your age.. these are questions I still struggle to answer. Perfection is only a state of mind. So the best person to judge perfection is the one that looks back at you in the mirror. The rhythmn, rhyme and message belie your age.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
ps. Thanks for reading and commenting on my work. I do appreciate it very much.
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a good poem penned, what is perfection anyway? it is just an illusion, something that we dream of, nothing is perfect in life.
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I love this poem. I know the feeling of not feeling real. This poem is really sad, it makes you feel what you are talking a bout, that is what a real poet does, you have a gift, continue to use it
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I think in high school its at its worst. Cause you have all these influences around you making you who you are, but the pad part is people lose sight of who they are and become someone they arent.
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Ok, first things first. There are a couple of things I have noticed [grammatically] which I will send you a private note about] Nothing serious, just one or two things.
Your piece overall is a good piece of writing. It is understandable. It is dark, but not as dark as I would have thought. It is more a series of questions left unanswered.
The layout is simple and easy to follow. I shall read more of your work. This was good, but not dark enough. Keep writing though, as you have undoubted talent.
With
Dark
Wishes
Wayne Leon
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oh, wow. Deep, good, bloody brilliant girl, wicked writer you are... pardon the lack of zest, I feel very flat right now. Ears knows what shes talkin bout
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I thought is so wise and wonderfully WRITTEN
Isn't it interesting the highest SUICIDE RATE is of those
who are trying to be PERFECT! Perfectionism is the leading cause of SUICIDE AND MANIC DEPRESSION!
Can you imagine if all the flowers in the garden were
perfect roses, without even thorns!
Wouldn't that just be awful.....bring on the Daisy's
and Pansies, and petunia's and Lavender, Lilac's,
all of nature's charms including CACTUS...and believe
me ..they know who they are! (lol)
I loved your poem, it really touched upon those secret
and scratching feelings of i wish i was perfect...
compared to who? You do remember what happened to the
last perfect man...crucifixition looks brutally painful!
I celebrate imperfection, obviously you've read my
poetry! lol......lol...oh..sigh!
giggle.
ears/loved it!
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No I totally agree. And Lately because of exams I have had this feeling of just having to be this perfect student, friend and just so much pressure that I will never be able to live up to. I'm doing my best and thats all I can do. I love to impress people but sometimes it just so hard.
So instead of being a perfect rose today, I choose to be a iris which is just as pretty.
Thank you for the comment. I knew you would appreciate this one..
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