set me free

October 8, 2008
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first impressions leave me jittery
what do you see when you look at me?
pretty faces, warm embraces
I can tell you’re judging me
don’t you see, you can’t label me
I’m not a can of soup
I’m just a girl, waiting to be set free
but apparently you can’t see clearly
because I’m not even close to who you think I am





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FallingThisDay said...
Oct. 14, 2008 at 12:52 am
I really like this poem, and I love your indifference, as well as your acceptance. Though, judgement is our biological and evolutionary instinct. Although it has gotten out of hand, I agree, judgement in moderation is quite useful. Sometimes all we have to go on are first impressions. Things are rarely 'This is bad, this is good' matters.
 
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