Blind

(too tiny, too fat,
too tall, too ugly.)

I don’t see what’s wrong with you.

(too mean, too lazy,
too dumb, too dull.)

I don’t see how that applies to you.

They demand perfection,
You feel that you must serve them.

You consider bulimia or anorexia
to lose a few extra pounds
that don’t really exist.

You consider cutting
to ease your soul
of the pain and heartache
others cause you.

You want to be perfection,
You want to be the apple of their eye,
You want to be everything.

I’m sorry to break it to you, but
In order to be all that,
You won’t be you anymore,
And if you’re not you,
You’re nobody.

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FROM THE DESK OF THE MENTAL PICKLE:

I need to catch up on reviewing some people...my life is driving my crazy, it’s so busy lately...

-hugs- please don’t hate yourself, ren-chan. you’re a really important friend to me and we would care if you suddenly died. you kno me, i would be sad for at least a month (or most likely, the rest of my life). c’mon, i kno i’m not the only one who cares!!

-sighz- i seriously hate all the drama that's going on in my life. i mean, it's bad enough i'm hypersensitive to other pplz feelings, but to be surrounded by sad ppl just makes me feel sad. sometimes i wonder if I'm the one running my life...

leave a review if thou pleases. au revoir.

What you call love, I call pain.