My Poems

Turn on the Lights

"You are beautiful," says a stranger.

"I wish I looked like you," says another.

"You look like a model," someone says.

"You look like a slut," says a girl with brown hair.

"Whore, fat, bitch, dyke, cunt," the words repeat in your head. 

"Anorexic, stupid, slut, prostitute, fake," their voices making your ears bleed.

You remember them vividly.
The teacher who said, "You should eat more."
The girl from school who told you, "Learn how to purge."
The married man who said "Damn baby, how much are you working for," then when rejected said "Ugly slag."

Although... You can't seem to remember all who complemented you.

What they say doesn't matter anyways...
Your hips are covered in wounds and scars, it's like you fought a war.
Fighting the demons from inside as the scarlet liquid drips down your thighs.

You're too fat or too skinny.
Letting yourself feel pretty makes you fake.
Being single makes you an unattractive cow, and dating makes you a whore. 

Society has imprisoned you in their opinions, saying they're facts.
They're going to force you to be like them, a clone. 

The only escape is to love yourself, but no it's ridiculous.
Everyone thinks you're ugly, a whore, fat, too slutty. 

But, not the stranger in the pink blouse, or the one in the baseball cap.
They think, no, they know you are so much more.
"Beautiful, bright, spontaneous, a star."

Turn on the light and look up, for the darkness will be no more.