Perfectly Flawed

I'm perfectly flawed
with messy hair
and old faded hoodie,
holes in my ears
ink on my skin
sometimes I cry when I don't win
 
I drink too much
smoke a pack a day
when I get mad I just don't know what to say
so I run and hid and wait for the air to clear
screaming "fine just walk away I don't care!"
but sit and wait for the phone to ring
so I know I'm not the only one who
feels like they are to blame
 
I'm strong when I have to be,
most the time my heart is on my sleeve
my emotions are masks I adorn
to hid the burn of tears
in my eyes, hurtin my pride
I dance with danger
cause sometimes the pain
is better then nothing at all

Reviews

[The Language of Birds]

first of all, I like the title. Nice tension. Also, this has the sound, imagery and form I have come to both appreciate and grieve, as it sounds so much like the plight of so many of my female students. Raw, tough, vulnerable and sad. Nice job.

Jim C-D