I think everyone tries to be what this poem calls "picture perfect" at some point in their lives... sometimes it seems you have no choice but to hide your pain... Anyways, hope you enjoy, and feed back is appreciated!
With so many thoughts swirling in my head, it’s hard to know just where to begin.
With so many problems faced day to day, I doubt that I’ll ever win.
The life around me is like a dream; I'm not certain anymore what anything means.
It’s so easy to become what they all picture perfect.
But at the same time I wonder, is it really worth it?
I have put my life on hold,
faking a smile, and sometimes laughter,
the entire time just waiting to make it to another chapter.
When you’re on the outside looking in, you don’t see the things that are wrong.
You don’t see the pain or confusion, or if you do, I hope I seem strong.
It’s all part of the plan, to be picture perfect.
To seem stronger then I am… tell me that it’s worth it.
If not, what am I doing this for?
Why am I trying to fight this war?
As pointless as it seems, it’s only to be picture perfect.
