My head bowed, shoulders slouched,walking tentatively.
Her frame high, upright, sashaying confidently.
Shuffling my flats across the floor,
She struts, heel's "click" reverberate forevermore.
They stare awestruck by her seemingly perfect,
They glare at me, muttering with contempt.
However one thing we both accord,
Neither of us can be ignored.
Buried in her are insecurities,
While my flaws exposed for the world to see.
She disguises with makeup, cowardly,
Accepting who I am, proudly.
But in the mirror I observe me,
Only to look at nobody, but she,
For that is what they made me to be.
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This poem is the story of a girl that was,
Being herself, doing whatever she does.
But then one day she was forced to change,
Society had for her a perfect personality arranged.
Subsequently she became popular,
But along the way she couldn't recognize the real her.
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~Kitty :)
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Silently Screaming
PoetryMixed are the emotions, Scattered are the notions, Jumbled are the thoughts, Of feelings suppressed, feelings I forgot. Stood by and watched the scene unfold, "The way of reality," Society had told. To change my clothes and cut my hair, ...
