Pieces

October 14, 2010
By alihadley14 GOLD, Glasford, Illinois
alihadley14 GOLD, Glasford, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Truth is, everyone's going to hurt you, you just have to find the ones worth suffering for." -Bob Marley
"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet." -Plato


Picking up my pieces,
Isn't what it seems to be.
A jigsaw pushed off the highest shelf,
An apple dropped from the tallest tree.

My shards are lying scattered,
My fingerprints stained with red,
My face a canvas of pre-determined art,
My eyes like zombies from the dead.

A whisper,
A shout,
That thundering voice in my mind.
A fear,
A doubt,
Important pieces left behind.

So scarred and worn,
Exhausted of travel,
Too tattered and snagged,
My stitches unravel.

Find a pointed needle,
Some solemn buttons and some thread,
Stitch and cut 'til i please you,
Paint a fake smile, kiss my head.

Patching up my pieces,
Only to watch them rip again,
This battle for individuality,
Is one I'll never win.


The author's comments:
everyones trying to change me,

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