Silhouette

Obsession.

Stolen glances and a pretty smile
wanted to walk but couldn't go a mile.
The sacred truth that lay forgotten,
covered in dust,
buried deep beneath the earth.
I feel my sanity slipping away
Slowly, almost painfully.
Burning through the gruelling hearth,
that I lit up, all alone.
The cruel fires left no trace,
of that fragile doll that lay beneath.
My broken self stares right back at me,
through a mirror that's shattered-
way worse than my heart.
The aghast glance,
doesn't go unnoticed by the passers-by.
Some stop to stare.
At what seems to be a perfect being.
While some cast their philistine looks.
The indifference evident in their hostile eye.
But what they don't know,
is that the drained girl they see,
is an empty shell of a child-
That once had the light of hope behind her orbs.
The world goes on, so does life.
The busy street strollers pouring in,
moving their censorious gaze along my body.
When will this end?
The urge to judge someone by their looks
while they're struggling to stay alive the next day.
The lust-filled, vituperative looks,
as if the universe is mocking you,
by proving that you are indeed another object.
subjected to the wicked norms of "society".
They fill the young minds with insecurities,
that worsens every time they realize
that what they are, aren't what is "acceptable"
in the minds of others.
We are to wait for our Prince charming?
Wait to be swept off our feet?
As if we're all some damsel in distress?
When will this end?
For this crazy obsession is ceaseless.
And that's all it will ever be.
An obsession.
To be something.
To be someone that you're not.
To please someone that you're not.
~si