Clear Vision
She longs to be pretty,
Because all she sees are her flaws.
She doesn't see that those "flaws"
Are really her perfection.
There are many kinds of lessons that one person can share with another. Chances are you have friends with all kinds of wisdom. There is the friend that you call for technical skills, another for help in the kitchen, another for life advice, and another who knows how to listen. All of these skills are kinds of wisdom. Each of these friends might be helpless to help you in a matter which is not his area of expertise. It is good to look at the people around us and notice their unique abilities.
She longs to be pretty,
Because all she sees are her flaws.
She doesn't see that those "flaws"
Are really her perfection.
This, to me, describes something similar that my friends said/wrote about me. It shocked me at the time how much they cared about me. I felt unlovable after me and my mom started fighting...
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The Sea of Fakes
Just sitting in Mrs. Greer's room bored with life now-a-days
It seems like I'm just stumbling through life in a dark- clouded haze
As I look around the crush of my peers I begin to see
As the doors lock closed,
with a juddering "click,"
my tears come rushing down
in a waterfall of sick.
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She smiled a pretty smile
But it started to twist
You see her smile told a story
And so did her wrists
Everyone tells me I'm gorgeous
That I have stunning features to die for,
But I must have gone blind,
Because I can't see them anymore.
I feel this so many times. People tell me I'm pretty but I don't believe them. I truly feel like the ugliest girl in my grade. Everyone else is so beautiful and I know that they don't feel...
Come for me, sweet tomorrow.
Help me touch the sky.
Like a well-learned bird opens its wings,
I, too, want to fly high.
Committing mistakes and then learning from them can be a great lesson of life. It can truly evolve a person into a nice gentleman. I remember, after passing out of the university, I joined an...
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My hands grow numb, they cannot feel.
My eyes grow dim, can't tell what's real.
My senses die, now what's the deal.
All I can smell is hate and fear.
Next time I won't let you give me that drink
And I won't drink it
Next time I won't let you lead me into a secluded corner
And I won't drink more...
This happened to me. He broke my heart and left me as soon as we were done. He ruined my life and I don't know what to do, but it gets better. He told everyone.
a candle light burning inside of me
shadows bowing upon the walls illuminating us all
the laughter the pain
what do I gain?
You can't hold onto the past forever
But the past can hold onto you as long
As it wants to.