Perceptions

Eyes like daggers piercing into my soul.

The urge to check my posture, my smile,

Grant all that makes me glitter show.

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For what am I if not perceived well?

Perceptions dictate what makes me, me.

Like the view of a beach, I want to be seen as perfect and complete.

Despite my efforts, I am noticed as nothing more than just a pebble on that beach

Incomplete, empty of anything that is supposed to make me, me.

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The glasses of perception cause my vision to become blurry, blinding me from my true self, a self that I can see as a beach, perfect and complete.

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