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  • Publiceret: 26 dec. 2015
  • Opdateret: 26 dec. 2015
  • Status: Færdig
As all of my other poems it's just a personal thought about my own experiences in life.


1. Perfect, the word that's been haunting me

Perfect, the word that's been haunting me for years.

I used to be perfect, kept up in school, had a social life, nice family,

everything was perfect.

I got bullied, they saw my flaws.

I saw my flaws.

Skipping meals and exercising to the point where it hurt me.

To the people around be I kept being that perfect little girl.

But I'm not, I'm flawed.

I was desprate, wanting to get out of my own mind.

Drinking, smoking, running away from myself.

I've given up.

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