Heresy of the Unprepossesing

Poem 6 - The girl in red.

Some days are left alone,
Left untouched by the craziness of home.

I'm drowning in silk,
But it feels like I'm sleeping on a bag of stones.

I am just here,
Collecting the filth.

You say I'm perfect,
And you're proud of me,
But is that worth it?

You wrap ropes around me,
And my hand can barely reach the surface.

I laugh and try to run the farthest,
But I'm miles behind.

I can be what you want
And a follow the rules in which I abide.

But what's the issue?

There is a girl wrapped in red lace,
Which falls just above her knee.

She wows everyone,
And feels beautiful,
Which is something she doesn't usually believe.

Pictures are snapped,
and when she leaves the ball,
Her world will collapse.

She bought the dress without permission,
And the dress seemed like a trap.

She felt confident,
Not knowing the fact her parents had seen the dress.

Thoughts run through their heads,
Thinking their daughters full of it.

The girl fills with stress,
But smiles and continues to be herself.

She excuses herself,
As she recieves a call.

"Yes?"

"What are you wearing,"

"A dress?"

"Did we buy that dress?"

"No, but-"

"That dress is too short, and you look horrendous. We want you to be an acceptable young lady."

"Yes."

"Would we let you buy that dress?"

"No, but I feel beautiful."

And they argue,
and bicker.

The girl in red closes her eyes,
as a mascara filled tear runs down her cheek.

She can't breath,
As the disappointment in the air gets thicker.

She bites her lips,
Which are covered in a deep shade of burgandy.

She looks in the mirror in the bathroom.

She no longer feels beautiful.

She feels like she has never done anything right.

What happened?

Where did she go?

The beautiful, confident, and amazing girl in red.

Gone.

She is trapped beneath the surface, and will be locked in the bathroom for the rest of the night.