Imperfect

Words Should Never Hurt Me

Sticks and Stones

Ribs and Bones

They told me words should never hurt me

Skin pulled taught

The food on my plate left to rot

"She looks thin"

Whispers and stares

I am left with despair

Hair is weak

Bones peek

Why can't I just be perfect?

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Perfection

Perfection doesn't always last.
We may wish it did,
but that's not how life works.
It's like a wick burning outside.
So luminescent,
so pure.
As life goes on,
the winds pick up,
unexpected changes occur.
Might go out,
might not.
Just Depends how strong it is.