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Charu Weera Poem
I look into my rearview mirror and see a glimmer of my past
I try to see through the eyes of the child that I once was
Everything was black and white, every choice so easy to make
Yet I wanted to grow up and belong to the world of grown ups
They could so whatever they wanted, do whatever they felt like
I remember wishing so hard to grow out of my clothes
Maybe buy some other fashionable clothes from Gap
And maybe then wear some mascara and lipstick, wear high heels
Why, I would look just perfect, and that would be all that would matter
So on that magical night with stars shining bright in the dark,
I made a terrible wish- to be perfect without a single flaw
And so I resolved to be the first and to be the best
Everything must be perfect, from the start to the finish
And bit by bit, I grew out of my childhood
And entered my teen years, doomed to be hard and bad
Oh, but I was perfect! I would say to myself
And I resolved to be that way
It was not surprising I had the perfect hair and the perfect looks
The perfect figure eight and the most beautiful smile
It felt wonderful at first, to be in all the attention,
To smile so gaily and feel so wonderful
It felt wonderful at first, to be invited
To all the parties everyone held
Yet, one day, when I looked in the mirror,
And tried to find the little girl who had tried so hard to be perfect
All I saw was the teenage girl laughing and having fun
I realized there was really no me, I was no one
Just the perfect girl who could laugh off any thing and every thing
Yet, yet my laugh sounded so fake in my ears
I wondered if anyone else could see that too
I was straining to smile, I felt uncomfortable in my skimpy dress
I wanted so bad to be that little girl again, with freedom to choose
Whatever she wanted, whatever she liked
I wanted to be that little girl whose only pain had been her skinned knees
And she was true to herself, told herself the truth
even when she was walking in a web of lies
I looked for her in my mirror, trying frantically just to see a shadow of her
But all I saw was many faces, all different.
My mirror was crowded with all the different masks I wore everyday
My smile was strained; my eyes had lost their twinkle
And I just wanted to start all over again
Be that little girl taking away that dreadful wish
So before you make a wish to be perfect, think again
To thine ownself be true,
you can never turn back time
To take back your wish to be perfect…
Copyright © Charu Weera | Year Posted 2006
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Charu Weera Poem
The words I have held so long in my heart
Have broken free at last
But now I want to take them back,
I want to turn back the time,
Because these words have hurt you so bad
I shouldn’t have shouted at you
I shouldn’t have said those words
I shouldn’t have been so tense
But even a stone can break under pressure
And maybe my heart broke too
I wanted you to understand
This hurt I am carrying in my heart
Because after all, we are family
But I guess you expected me to be strong
To take it cool when so many things have changed
My life isn’t picture perfect
My life isn’t a well-written script
That people would understand
I guess I shouldn’t have pushed it too far
And hoped you’d understand
When the rest of the world did not
I am sorry that I am not strong enough
To take this battle as a part of life
I am sorry that I can’t forget this pain
Hurting so bad in my heart
I am sorry for all these mistakes
I am sorry I am not your perfect girl
Copyright © Charu Weera | Year Posted 2006
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Charu Weera Poem
i breathe and breathe out
each second unravels
as i open my eyes
and see three stars just above me
an angel flies above me
playing his harp
(i think it's broken
cuz i hear nothing from above)
in front of me
Elvis plays his guitar-
or whatever that is in his hands-
i think it's worn out
cuz it sounds like
there is a bee humming around me
now,
how annoying can that get?
suddenly, mom comes before me
yelling with all her might
"you forgot to wash the dishes, Dan!!!"
now, Elvis has hightailed
who wouldn't?
even the angel with the broken harp
has flown away
so i return from the dead
to wash the dishes
how more unfair
life can get?
i can't even
rest in peace!!!
Copyright © Charu Weera | Year Posted 2005
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Charu Weera Poem
This weight upon my heart seems too heave to carry
Along this winding road of life,
I keep thinking of you, wondering if you are fine
When you were the one who pushed me away
I want to say a little prayer and want you to be here
To keep away this darkness of my life
I catch myself wondering if you ever realized that
I was the girl who was always there for you
If I took back those words that I said
Would you still be mine?
If I smiled and took your hand,
Would you be the friend I used to know?
If I gave just another final chance,
Would you be here now to wipe away my tears?
This poem comes straight from my heart
I want to let go and set you free
But these feelings within me are not over yet
The yearning in my heart is taking its toll
I lived for you, believed in you
And what you gave me back was
A broken heart and broken lies
Together with a broken trust
Copyright © Charu Weera | Year Posted 2006
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