Stribing for perfection
Clothes are patiently selected
Make up is wisely choosen
Shoes have to make the outfit match
But I'm just fully frozen
The mouth is always smiling
The eyes are always shining
The cheeks are always glossy
But I am only hiding
I always seem happy
I always seem to laugh
But what really is inside
I'd wish not to have
My striving for perfection
Is ruining my life
Cause when I don't succeed
I'll be cutting with a knife
So in the end
I'm not that perfect
I'm just sick
And that is, unfortunatly, a fact.
Make up is wisely choosen
Shoes have to make the outfit match
But I'm just fully frozen
The mouth is always smiling
The eyes are always shining
The cheeks are always glossy
But I am only hiding
I always seem happy
I always seem to laugh
But what really is inside
I'd wish not to have
My striving for perfection
Is ruining my life
Cause when I don't succeed
I'll be cutting with a knife
So in the end
I'm not that perfect
I'm just sick
And that is, unfortunatly, a fact.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| nippy: | Zondag, april 30, 2006 20:28 |
| verdrietig...kop op...liefs, | |
| --justme--: | Zondag, april 30, 2006 20:27 |
| heel erg mooi beschreven, en helaas erg herkenbaar.. sterkte! knuf |
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| Auteur: Jeltje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 30 april 2006 | ||
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