She
Used to laugh,
Used to shed tears of joy,
Used to daydream of happy endings with a prince and a princess.
Her
Head was filled with optimism,
Love for everyone and everything,
Pure, containing no judgments.
Now
She is tainted with self-hatred,
Consumed with this obsession for "perfection",
She cannot bear feeling, so she numbs everything.
Her
Sweet escape an empty stomach;
An oasis compared to the guilt she carries.
Nothing can match this kind of control.
She
Smiles, a mask, despite their accusing stares.
"They'll never understand you," a voice whispers inside her head.
Always isolated, she struggles to survive.
While
You were gossiping with your friends,
Kissing cute, shy boys,
Seeing hilarious movies,
She
Weighed, counted, and measured;
Pinched, scowled, and cried;
Sat down and watched the world drift on by.
Her
Fears nailed her to the floor,
They sucked the life out of her;
Ripped her soul to pieces.
If
You ask me, she's brave.
Putting a smile on her face,
Despite the nasty voices that call her, "FAT. UGLY. SELFISH. DISAPPOINTING. STUPID."
She
Cannot see the lifeless look in her eyes,
Cannot feel the bones revealing her secret,
Cannot realize how much I miss who she used to be, when her name was...
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Her Name Was...
PoetryI started this poem one day while I was kind of sad. This is what it morphed into when I got into a writting type of mood. Please let me know if there are any punctuation errors or anything. In certain spots I wasn't sure how to punctuate, so all...
