A tainted lens before my eyes-
it is always there.
I see the world, twisted, bitter,
sometimes sweet,
but always my own. Always
tainted.
I hold myself on another
plain. Not parallel to this
world. I will never quite
fit in. No matter how close I am,
perfection is always
one step away.
Caught up in my tainted lens
I take what I see to heart. I get lost
in sizes, in mini skirts, in lip stick.
The mirror is never good enough.
Then wild passions seize my heart,
and diligence pushes me to
success. In working, in writing,
in music, in love. No matter how
much I hurt.
I will not give up.
A contest entry
- Who Are You? by AngelOfDarkness88.
350 points, ended September 5, 2008, 59 entries
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Comments
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Very well written! Never give up!!! Thank you for entering and best of luck!
