Tormented Souls And Other Poems

Paper People

Hey, mirror, what do you have to show me?

Maybe this time, when I look, if I look

I'll see who they want me to be

When you're a child you believe

Everything they tell you, every word

The scars they leave never bleed out

She's too thin, why don't you feed her?

The questions my mother was subjected to

School was worse

They find everything wrong with you

And drop it like a rock on your head, every day.

I'm not like you

I can't chew on someone's insecurities

I tried to get back at you and it broke me

Pain ripped my blindness

I thought the way you treated me,

Was how I should be treated

Humour you call it, it's sick and destructive

My body is how I was made

All my life I've thought my life would be perfect

That they'd stop thinking they had the right

To belittle me, to rain on my body

If I just put on a few kilos

I see them all the time, they are perfect

I think to myself, would they stop

If I had her body?

Would they see me in a brighter light?

I struggle every day with this

Same dress, always looks better on her.

Eat a sandwich, they say

How about I just eat your words

Maybe they'll move up the numbers on the scale

I see you with paper perfect bodies

Your paper perfectly fitting clothes

Scrolling through the magazines to find perfection

We've all turned into paper people.

A/N: As you can probably tell, this is a super personal poem about some things I've dealt with, and still continue to deal with. I have written many personal poems but I'm afraid of publishing them. This one is really close to my heart, so, you've see what lies inside this little heart of mine.