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Your inner you

She watches me from
the darkness inside.
An unwanted individual
trespassing into my life.

waiting.
Waiting.
  waiting.

Waiting for the one
chance to break free
to create chaos.

And that she will.

She'll come out when
that skinny blonde starts
to dance next to my guy.
Her venom biting onto
my skin causing pain.
You try to ignore it,
it comes back.

Stronger.

She'll come out when
your best mate reveals
her revealing new dress,
(and those newly enhanced breasts)

Yes, she's a bitch.
She creates the lust that
you ever so desire
even when you know you
shouldn't.

And the worst part of it
all?
You know you couldn't
live
without
  it.

Author notes

~*~* Green eyed monster prompt *~*~

Honestly, you couldn't live without your inner bitch. Life would become boring lol

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  • Scyphon
    November 11, 2008

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    Yet another great poem with envy. Girls like that are such temptresses and such wastes of time. They give no sustaining joy, wanting to be perfect but making themselves such complete opposites.


  • Viva La Vie Boheme
    June 3, 2008

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    Firstly, love the "Didn't like it? The back button is up there ^^"

    Secondly, amazing poem! Yeah, you couldn't live without your inner bitch... but this kinda reminds me of anorexia, the last two stanzas particularly.

    I love it! Different from everything else I've read lately. Awesome.


  • ears2hearyou gold member
    May 21, 2008

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    oh...my..that was great!

    Hey...still giggling..love your innerbitch huh!
    hmmmm...i hadn't thought of that!
    I just hate the feeling of envy and jealousy, it's
    like a nasty itchy scratch wool sweater that refuses
    to come off.....unless of course....I do as you suggest,
    and find treasure in my sweater, and not take it quite
    so seriously....as these feelings are a part of us
    naturally....why feed them more power then they truly
    deserve..envy, jealousy. loved how you wrote this!
    Great poem to relate too...and enjoy our human-ness.
    ears/Seattle
    wow! this is a 16 yr.old poet? applaud-applaud-applaud!