When I say I lack feeling, you know that I mean I lack the capacity to feel, and this is a spiritual not a bodily failing. --Art and Lies

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Perfect

I am not
Your daughter,
Your perfect
Daughter.
I'm sorry
I'm not
Who
You wanted
Me to be.

No matter what
I do
I'll never be
What you ask
Me to be.

As you continue
To complain
Of what isn't--
You overlook
What is.
BreathingNow

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