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07. Painful Sighs

Appearance can be deceiving
as I've learned from experience.
To judge one by the way they look
is the biggest mistake she's made.
Those I've brought home,
she judges them one by one
and her judgment is always wrong.
The perfectly dressed -- nice people.
The freaks -- the meanest people.
Yeah at times she's right,
but 99% of the time she is dead wrong.
Really her judgment should be the opposite
The freaks --
some of the nicest people I've ever met.
Why does she judge my friends and I so?
How one looks should not
automatically classify them as a bad person.
My mother is the worst,
calling my closest friends trash,
calling me trash.
All because we don't choose to dress
like everyone else.
All because we don't meet
up to her standards.
Why can't she see past the exterior?
Constant arguing, always bickering,
trying to prove her wrong.
It drives me insane.
I only hope that by the time I marry
She'll finally understand
appearance isn't all.
And even if she doesn't,
this "perfect" daughter will rebel
and follow her heart.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was really ticked off when my mother called my significant other trash, thus this poem. Yeah I know it's bad but *shrugs.*

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