Sometimes, every time I do something wrong, I mean, really wrong, I always reassure myself, I’m only being human…

Blame me not for who I am,

I’m only being human,

imperfection in every fiber,

abominable in every way,

the side of which come what may,

we’re all the same,

grotesque with sin,

behind a pathetic sense of perfection,

sickening me to the core…

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  • Linley Alexander on Apr 16, 2010

    I like the raw truth of this. I love the picture too, it compliments this piece well.

  • shadowpsychos on Apr 16, 2010

    woooow i really love this…esp “behind a pathetic sense of perfection” absolutely brill :)

  • Geomorphosis on Apr 17, 2010

    Liked it coz I am a human too. And I have some dark side myself lol… Good poem.

  • Parabola on Apr 18, 2010

    I was told about this poem on the Facebook group “ShadowPsycho Poetry” and I couldn’t wait to read it for myself, and I have not been disappointed. You use of words and the way your crafted this piece was indeed perfection. No reader can help themselves from falling into the write from the first line. I felt a little sad, however, when it ended. You have a rare talent like many others I’ve read on this site, but yours seems to strike a different note. Keep up the brilliant work.

    ~CJM

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