Monday, 05 January 2009

• Imperfection
  
  Turn around
  Staring right at you
  Your own imperfections
  They won't go away.
  
  Rubbing away
  The marks on the paper
  Wishing the same
  Could be done to your life.
  
  You can pretend
  The work you did's perfect
  But deep down you know
  It's all just a lie
  
  Turn around
  Laughing back at you
  Your imperfect life
  You just want to die.
  
  By way of explanation, I have very severe OCD...work it out...
  

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