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04 August 2009 @ 01:19 pm
I am wickedly flawed
And dangerously diseased
I guess I must be alien
Since humans tend to flee
I've seen my share of troubles
And wear scars I cannot hide
I'm humble to the very core
But I still have my pride
I'm viciously sensitive
I cry over the smallest things
I wear my heart on my sleeve
With all the hurt it brings
I sleep with the lights on
And dream in black and white
I let people run over me
Because I'm too tired to fight
Misery tends to console me
I consider it a friend
My life is a constant battlefield
I often wish that it would end
I'm wickedly flawed
But dangerously free
Maybe I am an alien
But it's all just part of me
cranky__crocus on August 4th, 2009 08:32 pm (UTC)
That is beautiful. I've written similar poems about myself. When I got to the end of the poem I thought, "That could be one of those poems I wrote about myself..."

Sending hugs to my fellow alien. I think we are strikingly similar!
fixnwrtr on August 4th, 2009 09:14 pm (UTC)
Or a changeling.

I can definitely relate to this one.
spikesleman on August 6th, 2009 01:32 am (UTC)
You write so beautifully -- even when you are ripping out my heart. *smile* This is very good, indeed.
tv_junkie118 on August 6th, 2009 02:32 am (UTC)
I wish you would post more often.

Edited at 2009-08-06 03:08 am (UTC)