Imperfection.
Thunderclouds envelope the sky
In shades of gray and tinges of white
Darkness shimmers on the edge
Of my vision;
I'm feeling a little faint.
I haven't eaten for several days
And life is slowly wearing thin
I'm over this depression;
Please just let me live
As the woman I need to be.
Some might say that size 6
Is definitely the way to go,
And starving yourself
Is the way to do it,
But I disagree although
I'm doing it as well.
The clouds begin to pour their sorrow
As they watch the world grow different;
Love yourself and the one you're with?
How is that possible when all I hear off of tv
Are the decreasing skirt sizes and
Latest celebrity scandals?
Life wasn't meant to be this way:
We are brought into this world alone,
Make a few headlines, live out life
Before we silently die in our beds,
Withered and abandoned.
If only the perfect person
Wasn't really so perfect at all but rather
Imperfect as a solution to
All our troubled woe.
© NinjaGirl
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Comments
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There is alot going on here, deep musings barely surface scratched. There is no perfection for all, it's a fool's game to think otherwise. And we are a world of fools. I like the thoughts you touch upon here; it is an honest, vulnerable musing.
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Some might say that size 6
Is definitely the way to go,
And starving yourself
Is the way to do it,
But I disagree although
I'm doing it as well.
Love that. Funny, and serious. Nice balance. Love,
jin
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