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'Fall'

So sad to see
That you believe
The one you perceive
Is really me…

Everything falls. Angels fall, tears fall, rain falls, snow falls, water falls, you fall in love, you fall out, you fall down, and I fall too.

They watch me, they all do. Waiting for the chance for me to screw up, to make an insult at my expense. To tear me apart because I'm not so perfect as they say everyone thinks I am. Tired of disillusionment they throw my faults in my face, and laugh when others try and defend me anyway.

What is it that you want to prove? That I'm not perfect? So easy, I'm not. That I'm not this God sent to grace commoners with my presence? No problem, I'm not. That I'm not some enlightened being that excels at everything and lacks at nothing. Simple, I'm not.

I'm human, believe it or not. I have my fears, my beliefs, my ideas, my feelings, and of course, my flaws. Everyone has them all, and so do I. I am not quite so different.

I should not be put up high on some pedestal, to stand above anyone else. That position should not be mine, and it is not.

I do not pretend I am the epitome of perfection. For I know my lack of perfection only proves I'm as human as the next.

The face you see on television, in magazines, and covers is mine, no doubt. But none of them catch who I am inside. That person is locked up tight, and shared only with those few whom I've let into my life.

I share the same experiences with others; I've even fallen in love before, well, at least at one time I thought I had. She was beautiful, funny, but also shallow and self-centered as well. Yep, I loved her, or maybe it was just the way she would make me feel… for at least a few minutes.

I've spilt food on my clothes while eating, and have had drinks shoot out my nose when I laughed too hard. I get morning breath, I bite my fingernails when I'm nervous, I tap when I'm bored, and I also have bad hair days. I shower like everyone else; brush my teeth, sleep and eat as well. I've spit when I talk; I even have a light speech impediment, and I've tripped over my own feet. I get cranky when I'm tired, and I cry when it's been too long of a day and I'm stressed out and frustrated.

Amazed that I'm so average? I've fallen like everyone else. Under stress, under pressure, under anger, into confusion, in love, out of love, out of reality… see, I fall too.

StOrIeS

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