She stands in front of the mirror
Evaluating herself
They say everyone is beautiful,
Why is she an exception then?
Her eyes have turned as dark as charcoal,
With no emotions at all
Lips puffed up with smoke,
With cigarettes that now burn the walls.
Her clothes are on the ground,
Exposing a shapeless body
Cuts on every inch of her,
Her life is no rhapsody.
Pieces of broken glass-
From bottles of alcohol
Demonstrate her broken soul.
She was not the one to drink or smoke,
What happened to that now?
The memory is vague,
She was a marvellous kid,
Singing and dancing in joy at all times
Careless of what lay ahead.
Live-in-the-moment person,
Said there was no tomorrow;
It is all today, stop drowning in sorrow.
Then came along that time,
She was just herself
But everyone tried to mend her,
Shape her, control her-
Cage a sovereign bird
Annihilate her originality in the process.
Manufactured her just like all the other robot humans
And sent in the the delusional free-world.
The left of her was taken away too,
This world is not merciful!
What remained after it all, was just a woebegone body
With cuts and wounds on the out;
Liquor and nicotine inside.
Demolished soul and worthless body-
This is the life of a broken girl,
This is the story of me.
Author's Note
This is not my life story! But mind you, it sure is my poem. Any kind of plagiarism will be strictly dealt with.
Hope you all like it.
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The Written Word
PoetryA collection of poems ranging from love to hate and every feeling one encounters in his/her life. Anthology.