Beautifully Broken>> POETRY

NObOdIEs pErfEct

Her voice, inaudible.
Her words,
Are not her own.
For they are rehearsed lines.

Never knowing the true meaning of love,
She fades into the dark mess of her world.
She feels useless.

She feels unwanted.
She feels.. Destroyed.
But, she still keeps going.
Not knowing how it ends.

Her words are stiched into her skin like a script.
She reads the words on paper but not by the memory of her mind.

She gets to tell a story.
But the story is not hers.
She speaks as if she's in pain.
But she's not allowed to tell the crowd.

She is weak,
But her voice must be loud.
She is scared,
But no one cares.

She whispers the words.
Knowing only she can hear them.
Everyone tells her to stop.
But she carries on.

She crumbles the paper and throws it in the crowd of followers.
Being who herself is just a figment of her imagination.

She tells herself...

If the bad have a place to fall, why don't the good have a place to rise?'

Not only does she hurt on the inside, but she hurts on the outside.
Sketching on her skin with a razor blade like it's her sketchbook.

Pulling her hair as if it's going to make the voices stop.

Scratching her face, to hide her hideous flaws.

Sticking her finger down her throat to ease the stomach pains.

Life wasn't always this way.
She had a family.
Good grades.
Friends.

But she let the voices get the best of her beautiful mind.

She let the insecurities get the best of her flawless body.

She let herself, get in the way of herself.