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Skin of glass, lips of rubies, Porcelain pastes of bitter bruises. A careful beauty Hides the lies That lie within The bones of you.
What do you seeWhen you look at me?Do you see a pretty faceHeld high, walking with grace?Do I seem perfect to youFrom your point of view?When you really look at meDo you see what I see?
STRONG BOLD FIERCE WIN; Perfect. Me. TEST HIT THRUST FIGHT; Torn. FIX BEAT CRUSHED STOMPED; Changed. FAIL BROKEN CRY
i looked into the mirror and saw nothing i wanted to see. i still had a belly that stuck out to far my thighs still large. my breasts, not impressive at all i see the cuts on my thigh the cuts on my wrist
As New Years day came, the words "new beginnings" engraved my soul. I was tired of playing games, and from us taking it slow. I made my decision, i was moving to miami, cause you had my heart.
Cracked lips, crooked teeth Uneven posters, tattered torn wreaths Cheap shampoo, untamed hair Honking cars, smoke infused air Profanity carved tables, eraser-less pencils Leaking roofs, rusty utensils
I am a contradiction, A perfect contradiction. On looking in from outside, I think I'd pass inspection. My nails are neat, each hair in place. My clothes the latest styles.
I've thought about this question plenty, too plenty to recountI could shame the number of ripples in the water surrounding theisland in which im stranded, with how many times I've rejected You.
To scream, I could only wish my mouth, forever silenced by duct tape and lead, remains a barrier between myself and the world between my heart and my head.
Because you said i was beutiful i began to redifined myself, God began to work. You loved my inperfections, my weaknesses, my hurt. You loved my scars from the inside out so I let you make love me emotionally and physically.
I sometimes I wish was blind and in a perfect world as you as my image.
No filter...You mean off-kilter?
You look in the mirror, Begin to apply the corrupted judgments of society upon what you see. But what the mirror doesn't reveal is what truly matters.
"Girl, you might as well just stop" Well , I dont believe I ever asked you When were you ordained the power of God to delegate what I can and what I cant do?
A pale white mask sits all alone Waiting to be put on and waiting to be shown. Hidden behind it is an identity unknown The flaws and imperfections everyone loathes.
The world is its imperfections; Never faltering. Fading... Into fixed memories, The world owes nothing In our wake. A whole becomes astray In the midst of
Mirror mirror on the wall,who's the brightest star? Who has the talent and looks to win it all?
I just woke up, my hairs a stickn mess With a flip of da wrist, I'm bringing sexy back Its 0 degrees outside, my cars still warm I parked in a garage, eat that Running late to school, teachers late
It took me years to realize that I’m more than just a comparison,A comparison to a magazine cover, to a GPA, to a friend or to a sibling.I’m not you, I’m not him, I’m not her… I’m me. I’m just me.And I, am flawless.
You tell me I am flawed
When you were little, you were small. Everyone was. When you were little, no one cared about the size of your jeans, Just the size of your dollhouse and the shape of your backyard
I play softball,
Being impeccable is over-rated, unattainable, impossible, and even outdated. I prefer my goofy smile, and my spontaneous, overbearingly hectic lifestyle, over that of a life monotonous with perfection.
To be brought and to age in a world of masks To be raised and trained to forge my own To be afraid to be without it At the end of the day I'm still me
I was broken. Shattered.
I am a paradox with skin and bones. The Sleeping Repunzel you pass in the hall way.
I have feet that graze the ground with each step I take. Legs so powerful that carry my weight and knees that allow them to bend. I have a stomach that supports the innermost parts of me
The people that reside here in this mess Would have you believe
I am flawlessly flawed and that’s why I’m awed to be in this world created by God. Every hair on my head, even the ones still messy from bed, Are exactly where he meant them to be.
The images flashing across TV screens,
The world is full of imperfections.
The music sings of flaws,
Paul N 10th grade [Bold- say it loud]
Me, I think I’m average, not perfectAverage guy, with average grades.Pretty average situation...But then I stop. Average? No.Perfect? No.
Is anything really a flaw? Our personal quirks whether liked or not should never be shamed, We have character, We are unique, We are not marred by our "flaws" but inhanced We have no imperfections ,
"Your flaws are your perfection" This what I've always been told That I am perfect because I am not But I disagree
Thoughts of nothing In times of despair I see you strutting Like you don't see me here I wished to fly like a choir on high To live like a new being awoken To be sheet thin and soar the sky
There were times when I wasn’t happy with who I was. There were times I was too confident in myself There were times where all I wanted to do was run and hide.
I wake up every morning asking myself Is that really you? Why was I born this way? all these flaws I see in the mirror looking at myself could I change these flaws?
Filters and fakenes is a popular theme, Within the news, and the media, and favorite magazines. A girl with boring brown hair, With simple green eyes, And pale skin and blemishes,
Even when I do my best, My best is not enough No matter how many good things I do, one bad thing erases them all
stragley hair that won't straigten freckles that makeup can't cover up chapped lips "oops I broke a nail" uneven toes too small of eyes stubby fingers "I'm not skinny enough"
Your life is art The deep, icy blue of your eyes And how they glisten amidst a gorgeous, ivory canvas That canvas is wrinkled with the lines from your smiles But I would never straighten it out
My imperfections are the greatest things in the world. How I never get the floor completely clean, Insult my bratty little sister, Get angry at my faulty computer;
I let the chills take over The feeling of being unwanted A storm raining on my parade For my feelings came crashing down Raining confessions Of how I was truly feeling about my imperfections
Sorry I wasn't cut from a silk scarf Sorry that I grew up in the projects with roaches n rats Niggas selling dope to my momma flexing their yard pecks I'm sorry I was born to 2niggas n not no riccan or white man.