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I walk around with my head held high
Its hard to believe I actually cry
To think that I wasn’t perfect
And to know how I want to die
I know you don’t see how I
Am not so wonderful as you think
But… I’m just an old sock thrown in
The back of the drawer
Torn through with holes
My threadbare heart
And
My tattered soul
So worn down and broken
Its hard to see what they are anymore
Or what they were
I’m ugly and shamed
All shattered and torn
I want you to hold me
Lay my head on your shoulder to cry
But as you come nearer I scream
I push you away
And feebly try to tell you withmy heart
To ignore my shoving and kicking
And to look into my eyes
And see
But my screaming is too wild and animalistic
You run away, scared by unhumaness
You don’t see how terrified I am
Caged into life
All I want is to quit
I don’t see why you don’t
Try to help me
Isn’t it obvious how alone I am
I want you to see, I want you to help
But..no.. I’m perfect
I hold my head up high



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KelliB said...
Oct. 10, 2011 at 12:06 pm:
Please comment so I can get some constructive criticism. But even if not, thank you so much for reading!
 
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