My conscious is alarming.
Yet I am ignoring the cry .
I look deep into my reflection,
Another misgiving sigh.
Always grasping the fear,
That lays upon us all..
Understanding its not real,
Once you have been through the fall.
The strength to overcome,
The mind to set it straight.
Disappearance of that voice,
Those dim moments of hate.
Getting ahead of the distance,
Taking your life into your hands.
Becoming a stronger person..
Bar the voice of demands.
A contest entry
- Not All Beauty is Colorful by XxAmongtheBrokenxX.
430 points, ended March 2, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - the audition round. by stargazer..
800 points, ended May 21, 54 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Originality: (8/10)
Emotion: (7/10)
Poetic devices: (15/20)
Structure/flow: (8/10)
Cohension: (7/10)
Title relating to poem: (8/10)
Personal opinion: (8/10)
Syntax: (8/10)
Diction: (8/10)
Total:77/100
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*Has chills* This was very nicely written; it's a perfect example of the mind of someone who has an eating disorder. Thank you for entering my contest!
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Very mind twisting when it comes to eating disorders...
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