Well, I was a bad girl who didn't technically write a poem yesterday. I didn't get to writing one until 1 am last night. So I'm doing that one and another one.
April 12: Untitled (for now)
This place disgusts me,
with the constant alarms
and pungent odors.
The landscape feels
as gray as my uniform
and I wonder how I've
survived this long.
Suddenly, you walk by,
interrupting my bleakness
and I remember how.
April 13: Perfection (my apologies in advance for the angst)
I was born to please you,
but it's fruitless even trying
for you will never be satisfied.
One word, one wrong move
and all my efforts
are toppled.
You wonder why I cry,
but who wouldn't
if you place an
impossible load
on their backs?
You claim that you love me,
but I know you won't
until the day I reach
perfection.
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