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Through your eyes I may look broken
Perhaps I'm just not what you like
Who I am might not appeal to you
Just being me is the first strike
But I never asked to play this game
I'm not some doll you customize
Don't try to fix what isn't yours
Because I won't live through your eyes
My perspective may seem flawed to you
No rule says I've got to care
Get your sticky hands out of my life
Don't bother giving me that stare
You act as if you can see through me
I'll drag you off your damn high horse
And rub your face in my rough edges
It's about time you felt remorse
Your feelings don't have to be mine
Maybe in time you'll finally see
That I'm not a puzzle for you to build
So don't go trying to fix me
Perhaps I'm just not what you like
Who I am might not appeal to you
Just being me is the first strike
But I never asked to play this game
I'm not some doll you customize
Don't try to fix what isn't yours
Because I won't live through your eyes
My perspective may seem flawed to you
No rule says I've got to care
Get your sticky hands out of my life
Don't bother giving me that stare
You act as if you can see through me
I'll drag you off your damn high horse
And rub your face in my rough edges
It's about time you felt remorse
Your feelings don't have to be mine
Maybe in time you'll finally see
That I'm not a puzzle for you to build
So don't go trying to fix me
Literature
Distances
There's a little girl made of glass with
Purgatory eyes. She
Can't seem to remember where
She's misplaced all those lovely words.
The mockingbirds and stellar jays, they
Cry out, "Little one,
You can't even recall the color of your
Chrysanthemums.
You've sharks' teeth in your blood and
Sewing pins in between your collarbones-
What do you know of
This world, anyhow?
Perhaps you are simply
Always asleep."
They watch her; she trades butterflies and
Midnight love letters for the
Ability to look without seeing anything.
She gives them one of her ribs
Every afternoon; they can
Use them much better
Than she ever will.
Literature
truths
i.
there are 2 things that not even the most
forceful of rains can cleanse me of:
-memories
-mistakes
ii.
sometimes, i feel like a caged lion.
only with a lot more impatience
and a lot less resilience.
iii.
i have yet to discover what it means to be content.
i am either too stagnant or too fluid.
no middle ground.
iv.
i have mastered the art of leaving.
it's the idea of moving on that still haunts me.
v.
i fear that the light in my eyes is so dim that it will burn out
before even i have a chance to see the world with it.
vi.
i am not as clever as i pretend to be.
vii.
someone needs to teach me that
i don't need reassurance; i
Literature
We Can Be...
Hello, I'll be your conscience for the evening.
We're both adults, not love-sick teenagers
with lusty hormones that control us.
There are consequences
to each and every action, and we know it.
We can do this. We can be good.
We can hug, but we must break
when I let go, don't make it an embrace.
We can do this.
Do not stand so close to me,
and do not reach out for my hand,
the feel of your calloused fingertips,
warm on my cold skin, is just too much.
we can be . . .
...I think it's time to say goodnight
and take me home.
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In life you will encounter those who feel the need to twist, change, and shape you. Perhaps they don't like who you are, or they feel entitled to do what they want with you. The reality is, these people can fuck off. I'm not someone to be twisted and shaped, and neither are you. Some people get a kick out out trying to make others into what they want them to be, or to resemble how they see them in their minds. These people can also fuck off.
There is a lot of emotion woven into this piece, some personal meaning. It's inspired by someone none of you would know, but that's as much as you'll get out of me.
I hope you like it.
There is a lot of emotion woven into this piece, some personal meaning. It's inspired by someone none of you would know, but that's as much as you'll get out of me.
I hope you like it.
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This is an amazing poem. And there's a lot of meaning behind these five stanzas. ^^ And it gives a message not only to those who are trying to change others, but to support those who are trying to be themselves. You don't have to say much to understand, but the way you express it totally makes a connection with the reader. Or at least, in this case it does. 
Anyway, really great job. XD!
Anyway, really great job. XD!