I am a Sucker for Pretty Words Masking Dark Thoughts

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I am pretty. I am so so so pretty.

I chant this to myself

Although I find it such a pity

That I am dressed up for nothing

The compliments were received

As I spun and danced

And later grieved

"I looked nice"

I mutter in the tiny room,

As my brain rolls the dice

Of my favorite game.

I laugh and twirl about the room

the room is unaware

Of the impending doom.

I catch a glimpse of myself

Looking rather somber in the mirror.

I fix myself as the single tear slides,

Indeed, as I drew nearer

I saw the monster come to play,

And it did not matter how much I prayed

For I was trapped as I began my dreaded dance.

The thoughts came faster as I pranced

'You are worthless' it uttered

As I bumped into the shutter

The tears flowed freely

As I braced myself for the steely

Pain.

Pain.

This was the part of pain,

I tore at my hair

For I no longer had any cares

Until I reached for the scissors

That mommy used to make her hair nice for her misters.

The scissors glided through and through

And all that I could imagine that was true

'I am ugly."

The monster said smugly.

I ripped my nails one by one

I let out a wail, the fun was done.

Last but not least, I ripped my pretty dress

And sat on the cold floor, manic and depressed.

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Okay, yes, first poem in a very long time that I've written, but honestly, I like it because it got the point across. I probably could make it less choppy, but I like the quirks in it.

Anyways, thank you for reading you scholarly soul you.