I keep this picture,
…In my wallet to remind me,
Of this person know.
So that any time,
….I get lost in the world`s shit,
I can grip it & remember to Grow.
This person keeps pushing,
…Me closer & closer to the cliff`s edge,
With shaky hands I hold the parachute.
I keep my mind,
…Off the daily bullshit with quotes,
Like “Life blows, Like kids playin` the Flute.”
Life`s never been absolute,
…But this vodka sure is,
Even as I puke, Visions of the picture Flash.
This shitty feelin` can`t last,
…Even with this flag,
At half mast, The ambulance still drove Past.
& I`m tired of,
…This fuckin` feelin` inside,
I`m just waitin` -
for your ego and my fist to collide.
was born disfigured
looking for that perfect picture
no scars or flaws
but i knew that image was far and off
from what reality was
i was tragically scarred
my face was all lard, and my eyes were crooked
i was horrid to look at, worse than any hunchback
the prolonged target of jokes and fun laughs
i knew my life could change for the better
was offered plastic surgery through one of those letters
they offered me an operations
and free consultations
longing to be like all of God's other creations
i stepped nervously toward my surgery
dreaming of a future where no one was hurtin' me....
........................
after the procedure, i looked in the mirror
stared at myself, as the image grew clearer
my nose and eyes were fixed
no one could look as refined as this
but as i gawked at the unfamiliar vision in the glass,
tears rolled down my face as i thought of the past
even after such an act so drastic,
my emotional scars couldn't never covered by plastic
and it wasn't at all worth it
because that picture in my wallet
could never be perfect

I`ll always be reassured, with ease..
As long as I remember, -
in my wallet - theres a picture of me.

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