Pale wrists glazed
Like the donut she ate
Scratched the surface of
The pavement
Yeah, she ate it
Lack of nutrition
She couldnt tame it
Cut up her arm
Or cut up a steak
She saw the harm
She just cant take it
Sauced her heart
And doused herself in ill rought confidence
They eat up, whats easy to pick apart
They dine on her self confidence
Now they turn her away
"But I did this for us"
Now they're scared and afraid
"I just wanted to be good enough
AND YOU ARE TO BLAME"
And they back up into her plate
Its empty, how could they've missed that
And she slices her wrists, like cake
But they'd never eat it
Self indulging, hungry little pigs
Pick away, at her bones and her skin
Searching for what they found repulsive
They never expected her to become so compulsive
She bleeds herself to perfection
And purges herself smart
She finally fits in with society expectations
All she had to do, was become something shes not
Now shes one of them, or so shes told
They have to set the bar to unreal proportions
Sweetie, perfection will never fit the mold
Looks like we're back to step one
Realization
Starvation
Perfection
Devastation
..............
Realization
Author notes
And now I wonder if its worth it
A contest entry
- The Laughs of Society by bloved.
550 points, ended August 2, 2007, 28 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
And I keep trying to be perfect
Comments
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Really good!! Amazing imagry. So much emotion! fantastic write!
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wow....this was really impressive....
I love it...great topic...great wording...love the ending...
"Realization
Starvation
Perfection
Devastation
..............
Realization"
Brings the poem together....
Thanks for entering
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good write
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It is
Your describtive images are fine, rather powerful I must say.
and it takes talent and will to draw them and portray them the way you did.
Though I don't fully agree to the whole theme, I still think that this was a nice write, which could use more modifications, but only you can see that through, as regards your own colour or your own style of poetry.
Thanks for your comment.
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