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Poet study<\/h2>\n

The Ordinary Woman<\/b><\/p>\n

By Wallace Stevens <\/span><\/p>\n

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Then from their poverty they rose,<\/span><\/p>\n

From dry catarrhs, and to guitars<\/span><\/p>\n

They flitted<\/span><\/p>\n

Through the palace walls.<\/span><\/p>\n

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They flung monotony behind,<\/span><\/p>\n

Turned from their want, and, nonchalant,<\/span><\/p>\n

They crowded<\/span><\/p>\n

The nocturnal halls.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The lacquered loges huddled there<\/span><\/p>\n

Mumbled zay-zay and a-zay, a-zay.<\/span><\/p>\n

The moonlight<\/span><\/p>\n

Fubbed the girandoles.<\/span><\/p>\n

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And the cold dresses that they wore,<\/span><\/p>\n

In the vapid haze of the window-bays,<\/span><\/p>\n

Were tranquil<\/span><\/p>\n

As they leaned and looked<\/span><\/p>\n

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From the window-sills at the alphabets,<\/span><\/p>\n

At beta b and gamma g,<\/span><\/p>\n

To study<\/span><\/p>\n

The canting curlicues<\/span><\/p>\n

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Of heaven and of the heavenly script.<\/span><\/p>\n

And there they read of marriage-bed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ti-lill-o!<\/span><\/p>\n

And they read right long.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The gaunt guitarists on the strings<\/span><\/p>\n

Rumbled a-day and a-day, a-day.<\/span><\/p>\n

The moonlight<\/span><\/p>\n

Rose on the beachy floors.<\/span><\/p>\n

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How explicit the coiffures became,<\/span><\/p>\n

The diamond point, the sapphire point,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The sequins<\/span><\/p>\n

Of the civil fans!<\/span><\/p>\n

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Insinuations of desire,<\/span><\/p>\n

Puissant speech, alike in each,<\/span><\/p>\n

Cried quittance<\/span><\/p>\n

To the wickless halls.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Then from their poverty they rose,<\/span><\/p>\n

From dry guitars, and to catarrhs<\/span><\/p>\n

They flitted<\/span><\/p>\n

Through the palace walls.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Introduction<\/b><\/p>\n

The poems I selected to analyze and compare are written by Wallace Stevens. The secondary poems I selected to compare are \u201cInfant Marina\u201d and \u201cLast looks at the Lilacs<\/span>\u201d . <\/span><\/i>The poem I decided to be my main focus was \u201cThe Ordinary woman\u201d. \u00a0I chose this poem to be my focus because I found it interesting how a male author was writing about a woman’s life. I am also really interested in poems regarding a woman’s life written by a female poet because I can personally relate to that the best. The entire topic of women standing up for themselves is inspiring to me. I have honestly never heard of this poet before but the more I researched and got to know about him the more interesting he became to me. Steven is a really important poet and I can understand how he became one of America’s most respected poets. I think he has a nice way of writing the poems in a flow although the topics are not alway positive. He addressed a lot of different topics through all of his poems, although he has his main focus was on different interactions with women. <\/span><\/p>\n

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AP style analysis<\/b><\/p>\n

In the poem <\/span>The Ordinary Woman, <\/span><\/i>Stevens is exploring the feeling of change through the role of a woman. \u00a0Just by looking at the title – The Ordinary Woman – the poem seems to be about the life of a normal woman; someone who most of us can relate to. It is nothing special or dramatic, but more a casual everyday topic. However, the poem is really about how the role of an ordinary women is changing \u2013 of what an ordinary women used to represent and what it represents now. \u00a0It is about how women are getting seen more and getting more important, going from being traditional, uneducated housewives who are tied to their marriage beds to getting to educate themselves and learn to read. The speaker of the poem is the poet describing what he is seeing and analyzing that. This poem uses very sophisticated diction that suggest to the reader that these women are making a breakaway from their past lives. <\/span>\u00a0<\/span>It is a harsh kind of passive-aggressive tone. He is stating a lot of facts about change in a descriptive but still harsh way. The speaker is not picking sides but also does not seems to be extremely happy about the facts he is stating.<\/span><\/p>\n

The diction that is used allows the reader to believe that these women are not happy with their current life and previous experiences are finally making an effort to change it.In the quote \u201cThey flung monotony behind\u201d the word \u201cflung\u201d, this word represents how they have more effort into changing something, the poet could have chosen other words for this situation but they would not have had the same effect. This is showing that they are making an effort to change unvaried life. This is shown by the word \u201cmonotony\u201d that stands for a lack of variety. The poets usage of the words \u201cfrom\u201d and \u201cto\u201d and \u201cflung…behind\u201d show the transfer from past to present. Stevens uses the words \u201cfrom poverty they rose\u201d twice once at the beginning and at the end to symbolize the rise of the woman. When the author is saying the women \u201cflung monotony behind\u201d he is symbolizing the abandonment of past traditions and routines which is a big step for women who stuck to their roles for so many times. In the quote \u201cThen from their poverty they rose\u201d the word \u00a0\u201crose\u201d it is really a powerful word that describes how the women are standing up for themselves and building their new role. Before \u201crose\u201d the author used in the same line the word \u201c<\/span>poverty\u201d to symbolize the happiness and u<\/span>nfair circumstance women lived in. The usage of the words \u201clearned and looked\u201d are an important word choice in the quote \u201cAs they leaned and looked\u201d because is a symbolization for the fast progress the women make because they are dedicated to what they want to do and want to learn. \u00a0The author uses \u201cstudy\u201d and \u201cread right long\u201d to symbolize the new routine they are having that does not just include cooking and cleaning like the old standards but education in their life like reading and writing. With the words \u201ccold dresses\u201d he is representing that the women were not happy in their old routines. Through the world cold he is representing the bigger idea of not having a voice and being unemotional. He is using this to show that women now have the right for an opinion.<\/span> It is a harsh kind of passive-aggressive tone. He is stating a lot of facts about change in a descriptive but still harsh way. The speaker is not picking sides but also does not seems to be extremely happy about the facts he is stating.<\/span> He is using the technique of repetition by repeating the first verse at the beginning and the end. It is the opening and beginning and is summarizing the statement that the author is giving. It is talking about the change of the women and by repeating that verse he is making it pop out. <\/span>The title is connecting to the poem in what the role of an ordinary women is changing and has changed. It is connecting to the term \u201cordinary\u201d in a way that that is how it is supposed to be and is set but the poem itself is talking about change. The title does not represent what happens in the poem it is connected to it but is more beeing a opposite of the actual message of the poem. <\/span>The greater message is that change can be good. There is a lot changing and during the times this poem was written the different \u201ctypical\u201d roles changed. The women changing seem to be more happy in there new \u201cordinary\u201d roles. I think this poem was really prescient for its time and is showing that there is no negative consequence for women to educate themselves and live \u00a0more purposeful lives. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Biography<\/b><\/p>\n

Wallace Stevens was born on October 2, 1879 in Reading, Pennsylvania. He is one of the most respected poets in America. Stevens was not just a poet he was also a philosopher of aesthetics. This name was given to him because he explored the notion of poetry by using his imagination and creativity. He was considered a willfully difficult poet, because of his extreme thematic and complicated work. Stevens went to parochial schools because his family belonged to the Dutch Reformed Church. He got supported by his parents in getting a good education and learning to read and write. He went to a public school and was known there already for over average grades and dedication on his works. He completed studies and reading and Harvard saw his talent and he got in. His father had a big impact on Stevens from the early age and that is why he dedicated himself to literature. After Harvard he was working at the New York Herald Times in New York. He wanted to move to Paris to improve and expand his writing but he got so stuck to New York that he stayed and started studying law. He worked at the U.S. Bar until 19165. Although he was a great lawyer he loved his writing and send under a pseudonym a few of his work to Henry Monroe for a competition in <\/span>Poetry Magazine<\/span><\/i> . In 1916 he moved to Connecticut and went from the law picture more into the writing picture. There he started writing <\/span>Harmonium, <\/span><\/i>Steven’s first collection of poems that got published in 1923. In 1933 he published his second collection of poems it was called <\/span>Ideas of Order<\/span><\/i>. He mostly became successful with his work one year before his death. Wallace Stevens died in <\/span>Hartford, Connecticut on August 2, 1955 at the age of seventy-six. <\/span><\/p>\n

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Connection<\/b><\/p>\n

Wallace Steve is happening in an imaginary fantasy word because it is not realistic. His poetry explores the fusion of the creative imagination and objective reality. He uses for example a seaside princess that is showing something that. He is writing a lot of his poems about women, but in different aspects of it. For example that in the first poem he is talking about women changing and in the second one about the way they interact with men. The first poem I am comparing is <\/span>Infant Marina <\/span><\/i>another poem he wrote. In this poem, he describes the women as really gracious and impressive. It is really a short poem about him encountering a seaside princess. Sevens is really talking from the perspective of the women as if he would be one of them by saying it from their point of view, for example \u201cof her thought\u201d. Next to <\/span>The Ordinary Women, <\/span><\/i>the <\/span>Infant Marina <\/span><\/i>\u00a0is structured different because the lines and length are different. My main poem is a long 4 line poem while <\/span>Infant Marina <\/span><\/i>is a poem that switches from 4 lines to 2 lines and is way shorter.<\/span> It is a typical work of the poet, because it has his typical theme and length of Inlines.The poem is more like a short story it is really flowy but it does not rhyme. It is really clear that is takes place in the sea and that it is about meeting a women. It uses a lot of description of the picture by using descriptions like \u201cterrace was the sand\u201d that describes a beautiful picture. The entire poem is really soft and nice and gives calming emotions. Stevens rarely uses punctuation in this poem which makes it even shorter. It reminds me of these little good night stories that get told before bed to comfortably sleep in. The feeling of a goodnight story makes you remember old memories which might have been what the poet was trying to do but to me, I felt like I was back in second grade in a little picture book on the beach. Being on the beach is usually associated with fun or romance, I think that the poet was trying to use a very cliche setting to show that he really loved this setting and this situation. He really wanted to show you in every way possible that this was meaningful to him and the setting was just one way. <\/span><\/p>\n

Another of his works <\/span>Last looks at the Lilacs.<\/span><\/i> It is also one of his typical works <\/span><\/p>\n

All of these poems are from Stevens first book of poetry, <\/span>Harmonium<\/span><\/i>. The structure is a bit different because you can see that the poet is using 5 lines and not 4 lines like the majority of his poems. He also uses open questions in the poem that gives the feeling of confusion he seems to have. This poem seems to show a different side of the poet. Next to always knowing everything about the women he seems to be confused and not really sure how to approach and deal with this kind of woman. The poem <\/span>Last looks at the Lilacs <\/span><\/i>is both an insurance and a warning. Connecting to the other poems Stevens doesn’t seem to know what the woman thinks in this poem. While he was so confident about the emotion of women is the other poems he seems to be more uncertain about his women here. He is also bringing in another person is this poem and it is not just about him and the women. There is another character introduced named <\/span>Don<\/span><\/i> John <\/span><\/i>who is involved with the women. This character \u201cwho will embrace her before summer comes\u201d seems to be a concurrence of the poet. This also has an open ending ending on this quote letting the reader imagine what will happen. \u00a0I think a big difference is that the other poems are more ordinary and this one seems to be more mysterious and interesting because it is not an easy love story. The poet seems to be interested in a women that he cannot get as easily as the other women and there also seems to be concurrence. I think he even gives up at the end for chasing the women because it ends on the inference that he is embracing her. Embracing is a strong word used only in tight relationships that is close to showing off meaning that it is exclusive. This is still really cliche about the poet giving up because of competition and this connects it to the other poems although the other poems have a happy ending.<\/span><\/p>\n

Poems<\/h1>\n

Rose<\/span><\/h2>\n

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I live in the desert <\/span><\/p>\n

I live in the sand<\/span><\/p>\n

Surrounded by sun<\/span><\/p>\n

As dry as the land<\/span><\/p>\n

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I planted a seed<\/span><\/p>\n

For something to grow<\/span><\/p>\n

To give me hope<\/span><\/p>\n

In this dark hole<\/span><\/p>\n

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With all that I have<\/span><\/p>\n

I work on it every day <\/span><\/p>\n

That in the future <\/span><\/p>\n

A rose can grow<\/span><\/p>\n

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And with all it\u2019s beauty<\/span><\/p>\n

It will give me light<\/span><\/p>\n

At the end of the tunnel <\/span><\/p>\n

It will shine bright <\/span><\/p>\n

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Hope will rise<\/span><\/p>\n

And set me free <\/span><\/p>\n

In my dessert cage <\/span><\/p>\n

The prison I call life<\/span><\/p>\n

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I should give up<\/span><\/p>\n

It will never grow<\/span><\/p>\n

It is too hot and sandy <\/span><\/p>\n

For something to grow<\/span><\/p>\n

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But \u00a0don’t give up<\/span><\/p>\n

I fight every day <\/span><\/p>\n

For a miracle to happen<\/span><\/p>\n

That will set me free<\/span><\/p>\n

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So I sit at the place <\/span><\/p>\n

Where the rose should grow<\/span><\/p>\n

Aging in years <\/span><\/p>\n

But growing of hope<\/span><\/p>\n

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Years have passed <\/span><\/p>\n

And I still sit here <\/span><\/p>\n

Not willing to give up <\/span><\/p>\n

So close to the goal<\/span><\/p>\n

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But slowly I fade away<\/span><\/p>\n

My time is running out <\/span><\/p>\n

I can see the sunset<\/span><\/p>\n

The last light of the horizon <\/span><\/p>\n

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I am losing myself <\/span><\/p>\n

So close to the goal<\/span><\/p>\n

This is not me <\/span><\/p>\n

But I can\u2019t let go <\/span><\/p>\n

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This is the end <\/span><\/p>\n

I am taking my last breath<\/span><\/p>\n

With the rose in my hand <\/span><\/p>\n

I die in my cage<\/span><\/p>\n

The puppet show <\/b><\/h2>\n

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So here we are <\/span><\/p>\n

again<\/span><\/p>\n

the same circle <\/span><\/p>\n

everyday.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The show <\/span><\/p>\n

it keeps going on<\/span><\/p>\n

all my life<\/span><\/p>\n

puppetshow. <\/span><\/p>\n

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I am the princess<\/span><\/p>\n

and you my prince <\/span><\/p>\n

the script says we should <\/span><\/p>\n

love. <\/span><\/p>\n

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It should be:<\/span><\/p>\n

deep affection.<\/span><\/p>\n

Even throughout fights<\/span><\/p>\n

unbreakable<\/span><\/p>\n

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But is this reality ?<\/span><\/p>\n

No.<\/span><\/p>\n

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and then it goes over <\/span><\/p>\n

and over <\/span><\/p>\n

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Honeymoon<\/span><\/p>\n

Fight <\/span><\/p>\n

Solution<\/span><\/p>\n

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You just should be my lover <\/span><\/p>\n

the show is not entertaining anymore. <\/span><\/p>\n

The show is getting shorter.<\/span><\/p>\n

You break my heart<\/span><\/p>\n

inside <\/span><\/p>\n

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I made my decision.<\/span><\/p>\n

I am done.<\/span><\/p>\n

I cut the ropes.<\/span><\/p>\n

I let go of the chains.<\/span><\/p>\n

I let myself go.<\/span><\/p>\n

I am not a puppet anymore.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I am finally free.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The girl <\/b><\/h2>\n

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They did not call me by my name <\/span><\/p>\n

They called me by the girl<\/span><\/p>\n

I was not a teammate<\/span><\/p>\n

I was only the girl<\/span><\/p>\n

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They did not help me up<\/span><\/p>\n

They let me fall<\/span><\/p>\n

I was not coached<\/span><\/p>\n

I was by myself<\/span><\/p>\n

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I still try<\/span><\/p>\n

I still fight<\/span><\/p>\n

To learn from my mistakes <\/span><\/p>\n

To get experienced<\/span><\/p>\n

To grow stronger<\/span><\/p>\n

I felt like I had no chance <\/span><\/p>\n

I felt weak <\/span><\/p>\n

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They did not sit with me at lunch <\/span><\/p>\n

They never waited for me <\/span><\/p>\n

I was feeling beaten up<\/span><\/p>\n

I was alone <\/span><\/p>\n

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I wonder if I disappeared<\/span><\/p>\n

Would they even see<\/span><\/p>\n

That I was gone <\/span><\/p>\n

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I seem to not exist <\/span><\/p>\n

I am worth nothing <\/span><\/p>\n

Why do I even try<\/span><\/p>\n

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Who I am <\/b><\/h2>\n

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Look at me when I talk to you<\/span><\/p>\n

Stop looking through me<\/span><\/p>\n

Like you know me<\/span><\/p>\n

Like you care about me <\/span><\/p>\n

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You say you like me <\/span><\/p>\n

You say you care<\/span><\/p>\n

You lie to my face<\/span><\/p>\n

You want to take me down from the back<\/span><\/p>\n

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I hate these liars <\/span><\/p>\n

I hate people telling me what to do <\/span><\/p>\n

Trying to rule me like a puppet<\/span><\/p>\n

But when I don\u2019t move <\/span><\/p>\n

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They try to destroy me <\/span><\/p>\n

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From deep of my heart<\/span><\/p>\n

I want to stop<\/span><\/p>\n

I want to shut it down <\/span><\/p>\n

I want to stop feeling<\/span><\/p>\n

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All this everyday<\/span><\/p>\n

Daily Routines<\/span><\/p>\n

All these fake people <\/span><\/p>\n

Like they think I am stupid<\/span><\/p>\n

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But I still play the game <\/span><\/p>\n

I play the fool<\/span><\/p>\n

To fool the fool<\/span><\/p>\n

They really don\u2019t get that I am not stupid<\/span><\/p>\n

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They tell me it\u2019s my fault I don\u2019t fit in <\/span><\/p>\n

But I can’t control my feelings <\/span><\/p>\n

I would shut them down if I could <\/span><\/p>\n

But I can\u2019t <\/span><\/p>\n

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I was born with everything<\/span><\/p>\n

Everything everyone has <\/span><\/p>\n

It’s not what you have <\/span><\/p>\n

It’s what you make out of it <\/span><\/p>\n

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I live the repeating lifeless life<\/span><\/p>\n

Everyday <\/span><\/p>\n

I live in these walls of lies<\/span><\/p>\n

Every second <\/span><\/p>\n

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Resist to take down the walls <\/span><\/p>\n

Because the tell me I should not be different<\/span><\/p>\n

I should calm down <\/span><\/p>\n

They say there is something wrong with me <\/span><\/p>\n

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They are scared <\/span><\/p>\n

Of change <\/span><\/p>\n

To break the circle <\/span><\/p>\n

To do something new <\/span><\/p>\n

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Take a look at me <\/span><\/p>\n

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Deep into my eyes <\/span><\/p>\n

You would see my pain<\/span><\/p>\n

You would see me <\/span><\/p>\n

This is me <\/span><\/p>\n

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Not some puppet<\/span><\/p>\n

I am not like everyone else<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want to follow the routine <\/span><\/p>\n

I want to be myself<\/span><\/p>\n

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Society gives us chains<\/span><\/p>\n

They should prevent us to fly<\/span><\/p>\n

The ones who could break the chains <\/span><\/p>\n

They abuse them <\/span><\/p>\n

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They will give up<\/span><\/p>\n

They will give up on their life <\/span><\/p>\n

They will give up on their future <\/span><\/p>\n

They will give up themselves<\/span><\/p>\n

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We try to find ourselves <\/span><\/p>\n

Looking into the mirror everyday<\/span><\/p>\n

But do we really see <\/span><\/p>\n

Ourselves <\/span><\/p>\n

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Blue eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

Long hair <\/span><\/p>\n

Red Lips <\/span><\/p>\n

A smile <\/span><\/p>\n

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But are we happy?<\/span><\/p>\n

Do we smile from our hearts?<\/span><\/p>\n

Is this what we want?<\/span><\/p>\n

Do I want my life like this?<\/span><\/p>\n

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As you get older<\/span><\/p>\n

You fall into your routine<\/span><\/p>\n

You let yourself be told who you are<\/span><\/p>\n

Who you are socially supposed to be <\/span><\/p>\n

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Who am I ?<\/span><\/p>\n

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The pure strong hearts <\/span><\/p>\n

Get broken <\/span><\/p>\n

The easy weak hearts<\/span><\/p>\n

Get raised<\/span><\/p>\n

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Like a mechanism of a clock <\/span><\/p>\n

If you are different <\/span><\/p>\n

You get exchanged <\/span><\/p>\n

But at least you tried to change time <\/span><\/p>\n

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I don\u2019t say you will win<\/span><\/p>\n

But don\u2019t think you need other people <\/span><\/p>\n

The strongest fighters <\/span><\/p>\n

Are the ones who fight by themselves for themselves <\/span><\/p>\n

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I want to fight about what I believe in <\/span><\/p>\n

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I want more than this <\/span><\/p>\n

I want to raise up<\/span><\/p>\n

If you find what you want <\/span><\/p>\n

You will find a part of yourself <\/span><\/p>\n

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Finding yourself is not a goal <\/span><\/p>\n

It is a path <\/span><\/p>\n

I can\u2019t tell you if you will find your destination <\/span><\/p>\n

If you will find yourself at the end <\/span><\/p>\n

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But if you are yourself <\/span><\/p>\n

You will be happy <\/span><\/p>\n

Because at the end of the day <\/span><\/p>\n

The only one who will always be there <\/span><\/p>\n

Is yourself <\/span><\/p>\n

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I will never give up on who I am<\/span><\/p>\n

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If I ever raise my head<\/b><\/h2>\n

I lower my head <\/span><\/p>\n

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Trying to hide <\/span><\/p>\n

Not to be seen <\/span><\/p>\n

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I try to be with the crowd <\/span><\/p>\n

Not to see everything <\/span><\/p>\n

Not to see you <\/span><\/p>\n

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I am scared <\/span><\/p>\n

I do care <\/span><\/p>\n

I am weak <\/span><\/p>\n

Although you see me as so strong <\/span><\/p>\n

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It is not true <\/span><\/p>\n

I am just imagining <\/span><\/p>\n

What we could be <\/span><\/p>\n

But we are <\/span><\/p>\n

Something <\/span><\/p>\n

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I am trying to stop <\/span><\/p>\n

Stop my heart<\/span><\/p>\n

But the walls I build <\/span><\/p>\n

Are never strong enough <\/span><\/p>\n

Something is growing <\/span><\/p>\n

Inside me <\/span><\/p>\n

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Like a beautiful flower<\/span><\/p>\n

That is never meant to see the light<\/span><\/p>\n

The beauty and the pain <\/span><\/p>\n

That is inside me <\/span><\/p>\n

Every step I take <\/span><\/p>\n

I think about you <\/span><\/p>\n

Dream about us <\/span><\/p>\n

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How you walk <\/span><\/p>\n

How you hold my hand <\/span><\/p>\n

The way you look at me <\/span><\/p>\n

In the dark <\/span><\/p>\n

Where no one sees <\/span><\/p>\n

You tell me you care about me<\/span><\/p>\n

That you would want to show me off <\/span><\/p>\n

But that you just can\u2019t <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I understand your reasons <\/span><\/p>\n

Although it hurts <\/span><\/p>\n

There is too much danger<\/span><\/p>\n

You are trying to protect me <\/span><\/p>\n

That there is no chance <\/span><\/p>\n

It just does not fit <\/span><\/p>\n

I just have to understand <\/span><\/p>\n

There is nothing to do <\/span><\/p>\n

Then to be glad about what we have <\/span><\/p>\n

About every moment I spend with you <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When the curtains close<\/span><\/p>\n

And we are alone <\/span><\/p>\n

You hold my hand <\/span><\/p>\n

You hold my heart in your hands <\/span><\/p>\n

You smile at me <\/span><\/p>\n

Looking deep into my \u00a0eyes <\/span><\/p>\n

I feel my heartbeat raising <\/span><\/p>\n

I feel your body next to mine <\/span><\/p>\n

You make me feel strong <\/span><\/p>\n

You make me smile <\/span><\/p>\n

You make me happy <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But outside<\/span><\/p>\n

I have to live with you looking at me <\/span><\/p>\n

From distance <\/span><\/p>\n

I see you looking at me but <\/span><\/p>\n

Its nothing more <\/span><\/p>\n

Not having me next to you <\/span><\/p>\n

Seeing me with other people<\/span><\/p>\n

Never to be catched <\/span><\/p>\n

Not be found out <\/span><\/p>\n

To not ever but me in danger <\/span><\/p>\n

You want to keep me safe <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I wonder what you feel <\/span><\/p>\n

You look so strong <\/span><\/p>\n

Fighting everyone <\/span><\/p>\n

Breaking everything <\/span><\/p>\n

You never lose <\/span><\/p>\n

You are never scared <\/span><\/p>\n

You are known to be strong <\/span><\/p>\n

But you let me see a different side of you<\/span><\/p>\n

You open up to me <\/span><\/p>\n

You show me more of yourself <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

No feelings <\/span><\/p>\n

No heart <\/span><\/p>\n

That was the deal <\/span><\/p>\n

But I can\u2019t control it <\/span><\/p>\n

It was a risk <\/span><\/p>\n

We both were willing to take <\/span><\/p>\n

You break the rules everyday <\/span><\/p>\n

You don\u2019t care about the consequences <\/span><\/p>\n

It always works out for you <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Maybe you broke the deal <\/span><\/p>\n

You did not follow the rules <\/span><\/p>\n

You never do <\/span><\/p>\n

But you are not aware of the consequences <\/span><\/p>\n

Giving up everything <\/span><\/p>\n

For a possible future <\/span><\/p>\n

Would you be with me <\/span><\/p>\n

For everyone to see <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You make it look so easy <\/span><\/p>\n

Pretending not to care <\/span><\/p>\n

Not to see me <\/span><\/p>\n

Passing me everywhere <\/span><\/p>\n

How can you be so strong <\/span><\/p>\n

Never going to me<\/span><\/p>\n

Not to thinking about me <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All I wish <\/span><\/p>\n

Is laying in your arms <\/span><\/p>\n

In the light <\/span><\/p>\n

With open curtains <\/span><\/p>\n

Your heartbeat next to mine <\/span><\/p>\n

Never having to hide again <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Did you just pretend <\/span><\/p>\n

Go over the limit <\/span><\/p>\n

Just to try it <\/span><\/p>\n

Or is it just the truth <\/span><\/p>\n

That you are afraid to show <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But that will never happen <\/span><\/p>\n

That’s why I don\u2019t tell <\/span><\/p>\n

What I really feel <\/span><\/p>\n

The risk is too high <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Scared to lose what we have <\/span><\/p>\n

Scared to lose you <\/span><\/p>\n

Scared to break my heart <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

So I always lower my head<\/span><\/p>\n

I live in the dark <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I try to hide my heart <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Perfect<\/b><\/h2>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tik tok <\/span><\/p>\n

I can’t stop<\/span><\/p>\n

I tried<\/span><\/p>\n

I failed<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I do so much <\/span><\/p>\n

But still you won’t see<\/span><\/p>\n

What I do <\/span><\/p>\n

For you <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I try to be perfect <\/span><\/p>\n

The picture perfect <\/span><\/p>\n

The model perfect <\/span><\/p>\n

But that’s not me <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I am different <\/span><\/p>\n

I am not you <\/span><\/p>\n

I am not her <\/span><\/p>\n

I am myself<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sorry to not be perfect <\/span><\/p>\n

Sorry to not be worth it <\/span><\/p>\n

But I try my best <\/span><\/p>\n

To be the best I can <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

To maybe someday<\/span><\/p>\n

Be loved <\/span><\/p>\n

Not fake<\/span><\/p>\n

But from heart<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I am a girl <\/span><\/p>\n

I am a daughter <\/span><\/p>\n

I am the girl on the mirror <\/span><\/p>\n

Trying to be perfect <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But I am not <\/span><\/p>\n

I make mistakes <\/span><\/p>\n

I am a failure <\/span><\/p>\n

Not the first one to take<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You have me lying <\/span><\/p>\n

Always near <\/span><\/p>\n

But never to reach <\/span><\/p>\n

But i am there <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Not to be seen <\/span><\/p>\n

Not to be there<\/span><\/p>\n

I lay in the gas <\/span><\/p>\n

Away from the crowd<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I am better alone <\/span><\/p>\n

Better in the shaddow<\/span><\/p>\n

To be imperfect <\/span><\/p>\n

Ho hide in the dark<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I never look perfect <\/span><\/p>\n

But I try my best <\/span><\/p>\n

To fit in <\/span><\/p>\n

in this furious world<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I am sorry I failed <\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe you can forgive me one day <\/span><\/p>\n

In love your daughter <\/span><\/p>\n

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