People say I should be--
Pristine
Presentable
Profitable
Prominent
Pretty
Petite
Polite
Pleasant
Perfect
Which one?
I've tried them all, I am most of them still. I'm all of the above on my own terms and that's why I will always be--when it matters--
Stubborn.
(Haha-- you thought the whole poem was going to start with the letter "p". Nope, I'm too stubborn for that.)
Far too often the piles cascade too high
I can't see the top of who I am
even though I chose each object,
each emotion,
and each action.
I can't understand the tip of the iceberg though
The first time the words touched my ears
I sobbed,
stricken on the ground.
The second time,
I cried
and was inconsolable.
The third time
My existence is not for others
it does not heal the wounded
my words are costume, foam steel at most.
I exist to live a life that continues the cycle
I'm a mirror of society that has painted
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