3rd and 1st Person.
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A set of 3 poems I have written, about how the outside world may see the focus person compared to how this focus person actually feels.
I'm not sure if it really makes a lot of sense. But here is a brief explanation;
Part 1- From the supposed perspective of those who believe the focus person to be this amazing, perfect girl.
Part 2- From the supposed perspective of those who believe the focus person to be a failure, and not good enough.
Part 3- This is the part that doesnt really fit into the other parts, which I understand may cause confusion. But it is from the mind of the focus person, it's about her continuos and overwhelming amount of negative thoughts. Though these are negative thoughts, she doesn't seem to feel this way. She thinks these thoughts but with no emotion behind them. Neutral emotions.
I don't know if this makes sense entirely but I hope, you enjoy this poem. I hope you can give some honest feedback.
Thank you.
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