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a young girl's desire to be perfect is realized to be impossible |
| THORN IN MY PRIDE Feel the sharp steely knife stab at my heart. I was twisted and tortured right from the start. No more forgetting the most private of pain, my DNA forever will bean inperfect chain. Hide my hot mess away in my mind. Myself,a mistake,is what you would find. Am I gone? Did I die? Have i cried my last cry? Fever confuses my lost inner being. Perhaps I'm here and not worth seeing. This time I won't know, my sophmoric desires are now blind. My imperfections are not tolerable and are always unkind. Most missed is my own shattered young mind. Sanity is gone,through this I am defined. Roses with thorns around my face How did I become my own disgrace? |