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| Country: | Canada |
| Favorite book: | The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson |
| Member Since: | Feb 2, 2010 |
Poem by prettyimperfect
Posted: May 22, 2010
a poem about holding on, letting go, and depression
Tags:misery, life, depression, hope, letting, holding
Poem by prettyimperfect
Posted: Jul 10, 2010
Its about what i see when i walk through the hallways.
Poem by prettyimperfect
Posted: May 22, 2010
a poem about holding on, letting go, and depression
Poem by prettyimperfect
Posted: May 3, 2010
a poem about being afraid of the unknown
by prettyimperfect
Posted: Apr 14, 2010
challenge:)
by prettyimperfect
Posted: Apr 4, 2010
basically this piece is just me putting in my two cents...
Poem by prettyimperfect
Posted: Feb 3, 2010
i cant write a love song, so i wrote a poem about not...
im pretty imperfect, what more can i say?......Actually i can say a lot more :) and i plan too.Im Jessica May Marie, nice to meet whoever you are :PIm almost 16 years old and i'll be going into grade 11 next school year.Not many people understand me, or bother too, but that might be my fault. I dont let any one know im hurting!its kinda like a secret :) my secret, ours now :)I've been called perfect, not by me but ya know, by other people...I feel like when they call me that, they dont know what there saying.They dont know the meaning of the word.I have blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin, a body i didnt have to work hard to get, im decently popular, boys want me, and i have alot of friends.But i dont try.When someone calls me perfect, i feel like they say it like there giving me credit where credit is not earned.I dont know about you, but this whole thing above ^^ to me, sounds like im ungrateful to what i naturally have.But let me tell you, that is not the case. You see, im the kinda person who will make jokes to the paramedics during my ambulance ride to the hospital.I dont show im in emotional pain or physical cuz i dont want pity.Now your probably wondering well i'll tell you.Im not ready to tell my family or anyone im close to about the insane amount of pressure i feel trying to live up to the high line of perfect, when i know im nothing close to it.I cant keep all my feeling and angst bottled up inside me, and in time maybe i will tell my loved ones, but for now, im going to tell complete strangers who i have never met, and write my crappy poetry.I think thats the most truthful thing i've wrote about myself in a long time.It feels good to get that out there :) thanks for listening whoever you are :)