Your mannequin on display
I count the years i spent in disarray
She was your angelic perrenial with wings
I was your temporary fix on strings
I can never become who i'm not
Yet years later her clone is still besought
Who i am is lost and left in pieces
Rebuilding myself my pain increases
I bleed and conform to live as another
Yet our state of being is not of each other
She is her own, as i am mine
Yet we both sit longing and lost in time
I can never become who i'm not
Yet years later her clone is still besought
Who i am is lost and left in pieces
Rebuilding myself my pain increases
Years in this torment beckon me
Though i have grown she will always influence me
I strive for perfection, as i see she's picture perfect
Yet i know in the end what matters is my unsatisfied verdict
I can never become who i'm not
Yet years later her clone is still besought
Who i am is lost and left in pieces
Rebuilding myself my pain increases
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I can really relate to this poem, its good to see your growing from your mistakes and becoming a stronger person
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This is very interesting indeed, I love how it makes me feel sort of like a woman seeing an image on a glossy page of a magazine and thinking I could be her maybe even I once was her and yet that is lost.
Then on the other hand I feel like this could be a pair of lovers where she is changing and he wants her old self back.
I am intrigued as to the true meaning behind this for I could be reading my own thoughts for all I know.
Great work, keep it up.
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