the stuff of my life:  early stuff

Little miss perfect:
 

you are so fragile
you are so frail
like a burning missile
you come down hard
on everyone else
but you're only hurting yourself
complain about this
whine about that
[but God is unseen
so i guess you can't laugh at him
but somehow you still do]
    But ya cannot take
    a simple dose
    of your own medication
    You'd fall down
    crushed-crying at the floor
    shutting up every door
You think you're living the good life--
Good to be in-freaks are out
being social is what it's all about
but who is really living
when all they got is an overnite friend
with no one to depend



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