Perfection-
Perfection isn’t a
Miracle.
Perfection is like a disease.
Don’t get the
Perfection
Infection.
It’s worst than
The fleas!
Everybody-
Everybody
Is wearing certain clothes.
Everybody
Is doing certain things.
Everybody
Likes certain music.
Everyone
Is dyeing to be popular.
Everybody
Is not who I am.
What’s wrong with everybody?
Who am I-
Who am I really?
What do I want to be?
When I look in the mirror,
Oh, is that really me?
Why do I say such foolish things?
Things I never mean.
One minute real, the next an image
Things just aren’t what they seem
Why can’t I show them who I am?
Is it fear, maybe pride?
Where is a friend willing to
Listen?
In whom I can confide?
Doesn’t anyone understand
What it is like to hide your feelings away
To keep them bundled up inside,
To save them for when I cry?
I search to find who that is,
The stranger deep in me.
Who am I really?
Will anyone ever see?
I Am the Flame-
I am the flame,
Fighting to burn.
The strong gusts of wind,
Stab at me in turn.
I’m growing weak
From forcing my light.
But I will not die,
I’ll try to be bright.
I bite and I lash,
