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She's Really Not


You say she's me but I disagree. 
She's perfect you see
With all A's and no B's. 
She's really not me. 
 
She is renown
Throughout the school grounds
For her abilities that astound. 
She's really not sound. 
 
She is flawless
She's clawless
She's the opposite of lawless
She's reallly not solaced. 
 
She's never said profanity
Nor had vanity
She still has her sanity. 
She's really not an amity. 
 
She's the perfect person
She's the one everyone expects to be. 
But is it not her
Or is it just not me. 
 
I have some conflictions 
Due to over predictions
The fog has settled
And clouded my dreams
 
Is she her 
or is she me. 
I have lost 
who I really want to be. 
 
I can't see. 
I am blind. 
Oh I'm losing my mind. 
 
I fear the knowledge. 
Shoved inside of me
For my mind has glazed over. 
Its dead can't you see. 
This is what you have done to me!
 
I'm going insane. 
I'm losing it. 
The last line 
Will be the end of my wit. 
 
For I am done 
I quit. 
I've dealt with enough shit. 
 
I'm full yet empty
Like humpty on the wall
But none can fix my shattered skull. 
 
I wanted life
But yours caused the strife. 
So I'll take death
With this, my last breath.
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