'You're perfect'
No I'm really not,
But I hear this lie,
I hear it a lot.
You're perfect, they tell her,
But she never hears.
Her mind's all messed up
Blocking out her fears.
You're perfect, they tell him,
But he blocks out the lie,
Just daydreaming about the day
He can finally die.
You're perfect, they tell us
And we blush a thank you,
But inside our hearts
We know it's not true.
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The song of the unfortunates
PoezieA collection of poems about lots of different matters.
