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infallibility
i am not who you think i am;
i am full of deceit and petty mistakes
hatred runs through my blood
it consumes what's left of my good morals and reduces it to
dust
i am not who you think i am;
this pretty face has ugly secrets that no one can being to fathom
each curve a sharp edge
cutting those i try to keep close
i am not who you think i am;
my smile is almost always fake
my personality nothing more than the latest of the few books i've read
i am not who you think i am;
i am sad
and pathetic
and i'm so lonely and it's all
my fault
i am not who you think i am;
i died and i've been replaced by this horrible stranger
i am gone
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Unforgivable
i cannot explain the way i am aloud,
and i don't think i ever will
but perhaps one day i can find comfort with my lack of communication and socialization skills
perhaps i’ll be able to forgive myself in some way, shape, or form
maybe the only person i need to explain myself to is me
i’m the only one dealing with all of this backlash
living with this sick feeling in my head and a heavy weight on my chest
but maybe one day i can look past all of that and begin to love myself
but that's unforgivable, isn't it?
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Blank Canvases
all we are in this dysfunctional world are blank canvases
or we are at first
eventually we'll find someone or something that will fill the blinding white reminder of being nothing and inevitably give us our own splash of color
but it's not as easy as it once was
i am no longer in control of my pallet of colors, my brushes have broken long ago but still my canvas is filled with ugly splotches of brown and distasteful globs of green
how is this happening?
my shades of purple have faded,
my flecks of blue wiped out,
and yet color still covers my canvas
Where's that stupid pallet?
it's become suffocating, really
do you have any idea how hard it was to find that perfect shade of violet?
i understand most people have good intentions, but let's be real
i know myself better than you do
so stop while i find my pallet
go away while i mend my brushes
because i’d rather be blank and bare before becoming false advertisement
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