A slight slip of a demon tongue,
A black look of hate as they began,
Sly smiles,
Fluttering lashes,
Blank fakeness roaming.
Between closed ears,
A bleak wilderness inside their mind,
A little child inside,
Screaming for some kind of life,
A screened part of life.
The game continues,
Pretty frocks with lace,
Mothers pushing their wide eyed daughters to the stage,
The girls keep on crying inside for what have lost,
Even if they have not yet lost it,
The admirers will soon come.
Author notes
Written October 17th, 2006
A contest entry
- The Factor Finals Round 1 by Frodofan.
300 points, ended October 19, 2006, 24 entries
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U got it about write with the victoria models, i was capturing anything that came with that type of life from being a child beauty pagent winner to a top model
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I wasn't sure exactly how this poem was meant to be interputed, but it made me think of prostitutes and victoria secret models. It must be a sad life. Thanks for entering.
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