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What You See Is What You Get
Contributed by
marie
on
Friday, 30th May 2008 @ 02:15:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I am a liar
Not to be trusted.
I am a failure
Never good enough.
I am worthless
You do not want me.
I am sick
Dont try to heal me.
I am lost
Dont try to find me.
I am broken
Dont try to fix me.
I am gone
Dont try to bring me back.
I have done what I can
You did what you could.
I have battled this myself
You fought for me too.
I have lost and I have won
You werent there to feel my pain.
I have overcome and fallen back,
You can do nothing now.
I am a song left unsung.
A kite left un-flown.
A book left unread.
A heart left unloved.
I am no hero,
No survivor,
No fighter.
I am no saint,
No angel,
No peacemaker.
I am no genius,
No smarty,
No prodigy.
Instead,
I am me,
Whether I like it
Or not.
Imperfections and all.
Copyright ©
marie
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2008-05-30 14:15:08] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: What You See Is What You Get
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Friday, 30th May 2008 @ 02:30:50 PM AEST (User
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Very creative and humbling.
Good work.
huggs, smiles,
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Re: What You See Is What You Get
(User Rating: 1 ) by MissTea on
Friday, 30th May 2008 @ 04:40:19 PM AEST (User
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I like this one....its like you have completely broken yourself down...left yourself open but what we see now is who you are. Your heart is shown on your sleeve....take it or leave it!
Very well written... I love it!
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Re: What You See Is What You Get
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Saturday, 31st May 2008 @ 04:40:43 AM AEST (User
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Ouch this is raw and wide open. We seem to be hardest on ourselves don't you think?
I see a beautiful poet rising here.
Michelle
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