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Sleeping Beauty
by: Jenn Napolitano

Please don't tell them, but sometimes I cry
The tears and the hurt- they refuse to die
Please don't tell them, but sometimes I'm afraid
My body is heavy so my esteem is outweighed
Please don't tell them, but sometimes I hurt
I'm not really happy and I treat me like dirt
Please don't tell them, but sometimes I err
Why can't I be perfect? It doesn't seem fair
The harder I try to perfect my life
The farther I fall into sorrow and strife
And I hate myself more and I'm starving for love
Sandpaper smooth, and silky rough
Either way I'm not what I seem
The essence of happiness; trapped in a dream
Longing for rest, by the bright of the moon
Lavender fields blanket my room
The dream that is night, the friend that is sleep
The eyes, when they close, reluctant to weep
And then in my dreams, I make peace with me
I build myself towers, and sit by the sea
But the sun, she still rises, and pierces through night
And I long for the moon, to make things all right
So please don't tell them, but perfection is mine,
By the wink of my eye, and the fade of sunshine
When will I discover, in the waking hours,
How to build castles from melted towers?
Please don't tell them, but sometimes I cry
The tears and the hurt- they refuse to die
Please don't tell them, but sometimes I'm afraid
My body is heavy so my esteem is outweighed
Please don't tell them, but sometimes I hurt
I'm not really happy and I treat me like dirt
Please don't tell them, but sometimes I err
Why can't I be perfect? It doesn't seem fair
The harder I try to perfect my life
The farther I fall into sorrow and strife
And I hate myself more and I'm starving for love
Sandpaper smooth, and silky rough
Either way I'm not what I seem
The essence of happiness; trapped in a dream
Longing for rest, by the bright of the moon
Lavender fields blanket my room
The dream that is night, the friend that is sleep
The eyes, when they close, reluctant to weep
And then in my dreams, I make peace with me
I build myself towers, and sit by the sea
But the sun, she still rises, and pierces through night
And I long for the moon, to make things all right
So please don't tell them, but perfection is mine,
By the wink of my eye, and the fade of sunshine
When will I discover, in the waking hours,
How to build castles from melted towers?

©2001 Jenn Napolitano. Reprinted with Permission.

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