I'm tired of sitting here
and being you,
this miniature play thing
that you discard
and then degrade,
a disfigured doll
that you won't allow to be little.
No,
I said I wouldn't give in,
but I'm withering away
under this mask I paint
every morning to keep you from slowly
p i c k i n g m e a p a r t.
Are you happy with me now?
A contest entry
- Beauty is only skin deep by Dutch Doll.
800 points, ended March 2, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Beautiful
This poem is gorgeous. keep writing and don't stop. -
Reading through this once more reminds me of how I felt growing up with my mother, always being what she wanted me to be, always putting on a show so, like you said, she wouldn't pick me apart... thanks again for entering
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That is exactly what it's about. It's sad what an often occurence it is, isn't it?
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Very well penned, I enjoyed the free flow, and the deep emotion involved. Very powerful, specially in the end, thank you for entering and good luck to you
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thank you!
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