there she is again,
following me everywhere i go.
why?
can’t she see that she has tormented me enough?
but i know she enjoys it.
i know she takes pleasure in the way i writhe,
self-conscious, in her presence.
i wrap my arms tightly to my body,
imperfected by her mere existence.
i want to please her,
(dammit, what am i doing to myself?)
but my reflection in the mirror
only amuses her.
a brazen smile erupts on her
flawlessly.
fatal.
face.
STOP IT!
not being able to take anymore,
i rush to purge myself.
everything within my being
forces its way out
until i have nothing left to give.
i wipe my eyes.
i wipe my mouth,
and think,
“she has succeeded.”
there she is again,
the girl in the magazine.
the girl on the television.
the girl on the billboard.
she follows me everywhere i go…
Author notes
A write about the pressures society puts on us to be "perfect" and the consequences it can bring...
A contest entry
- Write me a Monologue by Lauren Noir.
1000 points, ended October 11, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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yes, this was done quite well. I liked certain areas of it and the initial idea. There were a few areas I just felt I'd heard it all before, but I liked the idea.
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