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Author: Nikoru Hagane
Fiction Rated: T - English - Drama - Published: 10-25-06 - Updated: 10-25-06 - Complete - id:2266420

Fragments

Humans are born innocent, a soul so pure and clean
But we all have our faults, they become visible
It's only a matter of time
You know this very well and still you try your best
To hide your black fragments, to fight against them
Still they're a part of you
These fragments make you do things you don't wanna do
Say things you don't wanna say, promise the impossible
To those dear to you

'I'm sorry for saying that, I didn't mean to'

You're excusing every action of yours, no matter what
Constantly thinking that you did something wrong
Anything you do is wrong
Your mind is constantly running, searching for them
New ways to excuse your, oh, so impossible behavior
Is this the right thing?
Honesty is such a precious thing and you step on it
With every single word of yours but most important is
You're hurting others

'I don't want to be impure, I wanna be perfect'

Is it really bad to be impure?
Is it really necessary to be perfect?
Is it really good to be this way?
Is it really wonderful to be a liar?

'I'm being myself, all of the time, trust me'

In order to hide your dark side, you decided to lie
About yourself, who you truely are and you think
No one will ever notice
But your cherished secret has been discovered long ago
Your mask shattered into pieces and I finally saw it
The true face of yours
These black fragments you tried to hide and to forget
All your efforts to make them disappear lead to this
They're so visible

'I guess my entire life is just a lie'

Don't you know?
It's this lie which hurts the most


Authors notes:

This one is party about myself I'd say. I'm quite the perfectionist and that lead to the fact that I actually tried to be the perfect girl, inside out. But everyone has their flaws and after realizing that I just tried to be myself. After all it's the imperfection which makes us the people we are.



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