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Rick is my little brother
Ricky is my nephew too
Ricky was my med-aide C.M.A.
Ricky's now a counselor
Who's trying to help me through

The warts I have on the inside
The room in my mind
Where I hide
With flowers perfection
Everything good
He knocks on the door
It opens as it should

What he sees is
Not the flowers
What he sees is
Not the powers
That leaves me hidden
There's no perfection
Kid, are you kidding?

When perfection
Or at least good
Was what I strived for
When I could
When 100% was
Just breaking even
When 150% is the
Goal I'm leaving
Far behind
Back there in that
20 year old mind

Broken non-professional girl
Putting up a wall
With one hurl
Of the 100's of bricks
It takes to build
The world
The world that spins
As she's unfilled.

9/20/2015 1515PST cj

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