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Post by americanclassicx3 on Nov 27, 2005 20:56:11 GMT -5
Up close and personal - sad, brown eyes A bump in her nose that make up won't disguise She examines her body as she straightens her hair "God, why me? It just isn't fair.
I've barely eaten for two weeks, and I have nothing to show for? Something's not right, God, I look the same as before." But all that starving has taken its toll Not to mention, the purging is out of control
Pale, white skin and she's sick to her stomach Her face gets soaked as her confidence plummets To her, that number on the bathroom scale refers to the number of people she's failed
Barely five foot, carrying 130 lbs of weight Looking in the mirror is exactly what she hates She dreams of the day when she'll see herself and say, "Maybe I'm not perfect, but I kinda like it that way."
Under her size four jeans, she wears wounds and slashes With just one glance at the mirror, her whole world crashes Her eyes leak out emotions and fears Still no one knows after all these years They're so convinced by what's on the outside Yeah, you'd be suprised what a smile can hide
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Post by jessiree on Nov 27, 2005 21:04:13 GMT -5
good poem i really like the "maybe i'm not perfect, but i kinda like it that way." i was clever great write
-jess
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Post by *GoThIc_FairY* on Nov 28, 2005 21:07:06 GMT -5
great job! I really like this poem.. Its so.. erm.. descriptive.. Yea thats it descriptive!!
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