Pale face, blue tinted lips
Lifeless eyes
Emotionless mask
Held firmly in place
A body without a heartbeat
A life without meaning
Skin cold as ice
Yet she's still moving
Striving to reach her horizon:
Perfection
Designer clothes
Fake smiles
Dyed hair
Nothing small but her waistline
Everything that is said to be needed
To reach her goal
But society still turns its back
Leaving her in the dark
Cold blade breaks the skin
And she falls one last time
At society's feet
In her box
Shrouded in silk
There is color to her face
A smile on her lips
She's alive in her death
Society killed the beautiful, imperfect girl
When she reached her...
Final perfection
Her last words were...
Am I perfect now?
YOU ARE READING
Black Box
PoesiaInside you will find a collection of poems that I hope will help you find some sense of peace. If you like what you read and want more you can follow my Tumblr @pale-rosewritings
