They didn't want a flawed person.
They only wanted perfection.
And that was how they made her.
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Smooth, round lips
An innocent mind.
A clean conscious
Long, flowing hair.
A glass completion.
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She was quiet and gentle
Kind and fair
Sweet and caring
Shielded from the world
By those that made her.
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And that was her downfall.
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It makes me sick, thinking about it.
It wasn't her fault
It never will be.
The blame will always rest
On their shoulders.
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Because they didn't realize
That perfection
(Or what they called perfection)
Cannot survive in this word.
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The kind are manipulated.
The innocent tainted.
The fair cheated.
The beautiful scarred.
The perfect ruined.
The gentle torn.
The quiet ignored.
The glass broken.
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And what's left?
What's left, but a shattered mess on the ground?
And they all stand around
Clucking their tounges in disappointment.
And say, "Oh well.
That didn't work.
Let's try again tomorrow."
And they leave.
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They didn't want a flawed person.
They only wanted perfection.
And that was how they destroyed her.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
