The more I put on,
the more I feel
I’m trapped beneath,
and I cannot breath.
The weight,
it slowly asphyxiates
all of her willing charges.
I fight my face
and burn my thighs,
but never measure inside.
What a pity for me,
I cannot see
all the beauty within.
When morning comes,
I’ll start the attack
just like all the others:
just another pretty fake.
Author notes
option 2.
A contest entry
- Simple Beauty by Sunkissed xo.
620 points, ended December 11, 2008, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
while i appreciate the niceties, i would appreciate objective criticism more
Comments
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I like the fact that this is so brutually honest. You have certainly poured a great deal of self-reflection into this. If this really reflects on you in reality, then love and good luck to you, remember you are a beautiful person and never allow others to get you down! A good write, very strong indeed. Well done, thanks for entering the contest
Peace ♥
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