Perfect Image

June 7, 2008
By Casie W, Sheffield Lake, OH

My heart bleeds in my hands
Held together with broken bands
Of lies and hatred towards myself
And though I scream I get no help
They stare through me cant they hear?
Or has my existence disapeared?
Like the rest of my life stuck in a picture
Perfect, still and no one can see
In that picture is not me
But that of an image because people resuse to believe
That life is somthing you can easily leave
Wander away into the abyss of night
Without the chill of your own fright
I see you, but you cant see me
You wont see me
But the picture perfect model
You want me to be

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