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THE PERFECT FEISTY ME

By , bandar kinrara puchong, Malaysia
I toss and turn as the torrent of tears come down like buckets of rain,
Was I irrational, I questioned myself, as the tears dowsed the flame
The flame that was in me, the one that kept me sane,
The fire in me, it was my identity why didn’t people think like the same.

Different from my friends as I stuck my nose in fantasies of books,
The outside world had imperfections, flaws that were countless of which I hated.
My angst towards the world sank deeply in me like sharp hooks,
I had to build my own Utopia, where living in it I was fated.

Distance to me, was the invisible wall,
I was just different, but they thought me snob.
The fire in me grew wilder, hotter with heat, but I decided I will stand tall,
I would rather be a diamond with its imperfections than a smooth stone bob.

I did not want opinions to taint,
Puppy love to talk nor guys to flirt with.
Or people to tease and hurt,
I did not want to have friends with benefits, I just wanted the truth.

Everyone is unique in their own special way,
I have spunk, I am outspoken, I have my own identity.
Mask of calmness and serenity be gone, I am not afraid to say,
This is the only chance I get and have to be me, I don’t have eternity.

I am not a nobody, cause nobody is perfect,
I am not perfect, but I am perfectly me,
I realised that I’d rather be a first-rated version of me,
Then be a second-rated version of somebody else.

THE END





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