I will be beautiful.
I'm ugly now,
But that can change.
I won't allow,
Any more weight.
I'm short now,
But I'll get heels,
Come on love,
Let's make more deals.
I'll try makeup,
If it makes me pretty.
I'll joke all you want,
If it makes me witty.
I want to be perfect,
How do I do that?
I work so hard,
It's a shame I'm fat.
I'll get there though,
I'll go past my best.
I'll do anything to be,
Better than the rest.
I wish for it,
I fish for luck.
I dream of a flat stomach,
Without needing a tummy-tuck.
I will succeed,
Or die trying.
Don't test me,
I'm not lying.
I will be beautiful.
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Almost a poet
PoezjaI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.