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Sun, 12/01/2013 - 12:50 -- AmyLeya

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You don't see me as perfect

You see me as ugly, annoying, and anything else that comes to mind

And I won't say you can't hurt me

Because I don't believe

That sticks and stones

And broken bones hurts less

Than everything you call me

And how you see me

And I know you can hurt me

You have and you will

And it hurts more than a broken bone

Getting called names hurts more

Than a punch in the face

Your words are like a thousand fists

And each one makes me bleed a bit more

Cry a bit harder

Until you leave

And I am left choosing between

The pain of twisted limbs

Or twisted words

And let me tell you

Your words

Will always hurt more

Because they leave cuts and bruises

But they mostly leave pain

And we all show off our pain in the halls

And we wear every insult, every hate-filled word

We wear them all like battle scars

That mark us great warriors

With strenght you'll never beat

They mark us as soldiers

That know the difference

Between fight for your life

And fighting for your soul

 

When you look up the definition of perfect

You expect to see a picture of yourself

But instead

You see nothing

The word perfect

Is the only pictureless word

In a dictionary full of bright, colorful pictures

And when you look up imperfect

You expect to see a picture of me

But instead you see the whole universe

Because nothing

Nobody

Is a perfect as it seems

And maybe I'll never understand

Why the sun can't revolve around the earth

How humans were born from almost nothing

Maybe I'll never know

Where the ripples in the ocean end

Where they fade away and the water looks normal again

And it seems as if nothing changed

As if your presence has no effect

 

We all carry weapons

Some carry words

Others violence

But we carry love

A crazy thing that holds us together

Like hot glue

Sticky and fast acting

It keeps us alive

As we struggle day by day

To make it to the top of the mountain

 

Our hearts used to be full

Full of the love we carried everywhere with us

Like the stuffed animal a child never wanted to let go of

But our hearts were ripped apart

Torn to shreds

And everything we carried in our hearts poured out

And disappeared

And we were empty

With nothing left to hold us together

So we fell apart

Pieces of discarded trash

Spread across the floor

The wadded up piece of paper

That just missed the trash can

And we were recycled

Into things like fire and ice

Frozen exterior

Almost melting on the inside

 

We were sticks of dynamite

Placed carefully around the world

Dangerous, explosive

Afraid of our own power

Left with nothing but the hope

That maybe someone would press the plunger

And we would explode

And the world would see us

As the tragic mess

Of loss, envy, and suffering

As the mess that they created

 

We started an army

Our armor was our experience

Our only weaknesses

Were what we hadn't been through

But you put us through it all

You made us stronger

And now we can fight

And finally beat you

After all this time

We can finally win the war

And put ourselves back together

Without wanting to explode again

 

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