call an ambulance--
she is drowning
in perfection.
with bronze skin
red lips
blonde hair
that always seems
to just work for her.
her laugh fills the room
but it means nothing
in her ears
because she knows
it is always fake.
fake
fake
fake
just like her
she is lifted
and carried
into the truck
with the
blaring sirens
i watch as
an innocent
bystander
as she slips further
and continues to
drown in her flaws
that no one else
seems to see
how foolish was i
to ever wish for
beauty and perfection
how foolish was i
to ever think that
i would finally be
society's definition
of beautiful
because a beautiful
body, can also mean
a hideous soul
she is being destroyed
by the very thing
that had created her
why?
why is destroying herself?
spending so long in the
bathroom, doing things
that no one seems to notice
just so she can look "pretty"
that is not beautiful;
that is just ugly.
but society does not give a damn
because as long as you look good
it does not matter how you for there
and people will stop calling you out
on the things that make you look bad
so you will just continue destroying
the person you once were
and become the person you are now
she was once a lovely person
kind and caring and smart
but now she has forgotten
how to give a fuck
about anyone and anything
except for herself and that
dream of being pretty
it is not her fault now is it?
that everyone made her feel
uglier than she had been
she was once beautiful
but after trying so hard
you can see the outline
of the hideousness
that takes over her.
call an ambulance--
she is drowning
in ugliness
YOU ARE READING
deception of perfection
Poetryshe just wanted to be pretty. is there any blame for that? ~Yes, I know about the capitalization; it is a style, get over it~