Standing in front of her greatest enemy,
The floor length mirror paints what she can't see.
"I should have changed by now!" She keeps repeating,
The timer goes, she late for her next meeting.
Slowly moving towards her oppressor,
Hiding from her reflexion on the dresser.
Stepping up from the chilling floor,
This has become her daily chore.
She reads the numbers on the dial,
She fights to keep down the sickly bile.
Trying to whisper calming words,
But her heart beats fast like a hummingbird.
She's stayed the same, no change at all,
She falls to the ground and begins to bawl.
She wants to fit in, that's all she craves,
Her sobs rack through her, like shock waves.
Her food at dinner goes to waste,
She hides it in a special place.
Wiping her tears and biting her lip,
Everything hidden, locked with a zip.
Buried so deep, until tomorrow,
No more time to wallow in sorrow.
Coating her face with cosmetic tripe,
Applying it all in one quick swipe.
Twenty minutes later, she's ready to leave.
She's done her best, but that's not what she believes.
Behind the veil of pin straight hair,
She hides from the judgemental stares.
"Have they noticed? Do they know?
Have my problems begun to show?"
Paranoia swirls around in curves,
She tries her best to conceal her nerves.
Looking up and from left to right,
Still no one notices her dangerous plight.
Holding back, all emotions,
Coating her body with lotions and potions.
Trying to impress, strike up the band!
She's experienced the lows, all of them first hand.
Her friends are noticing she's not the same,
She's throwing her future down the drain.
No food, no water, she's cut them all out,
It's far too late for a turnabout.
Her family is worried, her friends are distressed,
And sooner or later, her body will protest.
She collapses limp onto her bed,
Never forgetting those words that were said.
"You don't fit in, why are you here?"
That's the last of her confidence severed with a spear.
She spins on her heel and dashes away,
Her fragile body beginning to fray.
Sprinting up to her paradise, "I won't be missed!"
She then glances at those marks on her wrists.
She's been missing school, too dejected to move,
Slowly giving up, she has nothing to prove.
"They're right! They're right!" She always chants,
Her breath now becoming heaving pants.
Those models in the glossy mags,
With no fat at all and flashy handbags.
They've become her idols, she's so impressed!
By their bodies and their graceful finesse.
Longing to be like those girls on TV,
So thin, so flawless, she continues her plea.
Those magazines, it's completely fake,
But she still believes it. For goodness sake!
They promise that dreams can really come true,
But forget to say nightmares can, too!
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So, my English teacher finally persuaded me to post my poem! You have him to thank I guess, if you liked it ;) anywhooo... This is my first Wattpad post so comments, votes and tips and even constructive criticism are always welcome :) And thank you to simranm17 for encouraging me to upload some of my works to WP. Comment and tell me what you think!? Vote if you liked it :) Charlotte✌
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My Poems - Including Perfection
PoetrySo, this is a collection of poems that I have composed about a range of things, mostly consisting of what society sees 'misfits' like or just what it's like as a whole! Anywhoo, have a read and tell me what you think. :)
