Dear Esther,
Remember when,
We were still friends?
Remember when,
I told you about the nightmare I had?
Well, it happened again,
Last night,
Bursting with terrifying screams and frights
I want it to stop,
I want it to end,
But it just doesn't,
Haunting my sleep,
My withered dreams...
You're imperfect and hideously unsightly!"
"You're abhorrently obese and dreadfully shaggy!"
The demons jeered at me,
Spitting and mocking sadistically,
With every word they thrusted at me full of cruelty
"Leave me alone,"
I cried with tears in my eyes,
"I'd rather be perfect, than to be alive..."
After what seemed like eternity,
I escaped and broke free,
Jerking out of my terrorised slumber,
As I flung open my eyes
Drenched in sweat,
With my tear-streaked face,
I shivered in trepidation,
Wishing I could just disappear into oblivion
I went alone,
To the little reflective oval,
That sat by the wall quietly,
Stone cold
I looked for truth,
At the girl in the mirror
But again,
The figure that reflected,
Was as hideous as a splinter
Why am I like this?
Why do I look so sick?
Dark rings circle my eyes,
My hair looks as if it had been sun-dried
My face sagging,
My lashes itching
Would they care,
If I cut my hair?
Would I look fat,
If I wear a dress?
Would I be an utter mess?
I'd always look disgusting,
Ever so detesting
I'd always be fat,
A hideous pest,
Imperfect...
Then again,
You wouldn't even read this letter anyway.
Quinn
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shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
