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Please Me
Perfectionist is not what I am,
Yet her energy strikes at heart.
Bellowing for change, always change,
Trying to find a refection that would accept it's face.
Magazines, television, internet opened her perspective of comeliness,
Which only puts pressure on the faults that linger,
Siting alone she presents to me all that I can be,
One thing just needed to be done,
Change.
She is my artistry, my inspiration,
Everything that I needed to be,
The Id that needed to be fed,
With all rthe covers life had to offer.
Days I wished she could be pleased,
Her anger keeps spreading,
Taking over,
How do I calm her from turning into a monster.
