Heyyy guys so I was bored so i wrote this poem :) at school were doing slam poetry, and im going to do this poem. have you felt pressured to be perfect? Cause ive felt that way... im pprobaly not the only one :P soo i hope you enjoy my poem, please vote, comment become my fan <33
I look in the mirror, thinking, why?
Only if I was smaller, only if I was prettier,
I might actually fit in.
If my legs were longer, my teeth were straighter,
Would I like myself more?
I would pay anything, to be like the girl in the magazine.
I’m just worthless, should be invisible.
But I hide the pain in my eyes, and put a smile on my face,
Like everything’s okay,
When it really isn’t.
Unlike you,
I cry myself to sleep, hoping for a better day.
Unlike you,
I’m anorexic, hoping people would stop calling me fat.
Unlike you,
I have to act happy, hoping nobody would really notice I’m sad.
Unlike you,
I wish there was hope.
Words kill my insides, like poison took over my body.
I’m always judged,
For every move I make.
Like I can’t make a mistake,
Without being put down.
What happened to ‘you learn from your mistakes’?
All I learned,
Is I can’t be myself without feeling shame.
I just want to be the same,
I want to be Like everybody else.
For once, I want to be treated normally,
So I can feel happy.
Unlike you,
I cry myself to sleep, hoping for a better day.
Unlike you,
I’m anorexic, hoping people would stop calling me fat.
Unlike you,
I have to act happy, hoping nobody would really notice I’m sad.
Unlike you,
I wish there was hope.
I feed off of my imperfections.
There will always be something wrong with me.
I’m losing my mind over tiny errors,
When, I’m my only enemy.
Maybe I’m not the only one,
The only one who feels alone, like I betrayed myself?
Struggling every day,
Pretending to be fine,
Pretending to be happy.
It’s okay, not to be okay.
Unlike you,
I cry myself to sleep, hoping for a better day.
Unlike you,
I’m anorexic, hoping people would stop calling me fat.
Unlike you,
I have to act happy, hoping nobody would really notice I’m sad.
Scars cover my wrists, like how words damaged my heart.
The lies,
The disapproval,
The laughs,
I will never get anything right.
No matter what, I will always be compared to
The fake, flawless models.
I’m expected to be a different person.
When will this all end?
Why do I always have to be picture perfect?
I can’t be someone I’m not.
Yet, I don’t want to be the person I am.
You make it look so easy, don’t you?
So popular,
So beautiful.
Compared to you,
I look so pathetic.
You should take a walk in my shoes,
And you can feel ugly too.
What’s really under that plastic skin?
Those gorgeous eyes?
Imperfections.
Insecurities.
Unlike you,
I cry myself to sleep, hoping for a better day.
Unlike you,
I’m anorexic, hoping people would stop calling me fat.
Unlike you,
I have to act happy, hoping nobody would really notice I’m sad.
like you,
I'm not perfect.
