"It's long and shiny,
Shadowed in disguise.
Lengthen my obesity and uncertainty.
To fully distinguish my flaws it cowers.
The insecurities spikes just like the flowers.
My body tattered beneath the garments.
Reigning down the flaps that hang uncomfortably.
I pledge to eat nothing due to this illness.
My guardian stifles the noise muffling it's reach with fabric to cut the travelling through it's echo.
She begs with a smile hidden with fear. Surely questioning why is she the mother who has to care.
I know perfection, something I am not. Layers of waste left in my sight.
Interest that pique of your status or likes, me? I'm the one you throw a fist of great might.
Thou didst not bothered, or know the truth. When you stare at the shadow I am thin and brewed.
The pieces slip whirling in the wind, my bones shivering in bites.
What have I done, when I lay on the metal. Strings of cords connected through my flesh.
Mother's orbs red and swollen , the doctors are poised but their sympathy awaken.
Me? I still declare that the scale is too much. For I can't see that it's like I barely touched.
The food or the water, untouched for days, I finally see the results when the doctors claim the way.
What did I learn? A journey so long.
That the chase was cut loose and so was early May.
But I always did remember that sad, gloomy song that they played at the end of another short stay.
Remember this and read well. My illness can be overcome if I am sure and swell.
Friends and family, gather round, this is the only opportunity and a steady chance.
Use it before she takes her final glance but only after her last dance."
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Shattered
Poezja"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
