Must she inject herself
Must she cut herself
Just to have his affection?
Must she dye it blonde
And paint it on
To be his idea of perfection?
Her boobs double Ds
Her mind dumbed down
Because of her fear of rejection
Now she's decaying
Dying inside
Because of societies infection
Author notes
I really like the first few lines, but they don't seem to flow very nicely. Do you have any suggestions as to how I could make them flow better?
What did you think
Comments
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I like the idea of the comparison of media/fads with an infection.
We want to catch it but at the same time, we must remain sane.
I also like the wording in this one.
The only little thing I found confusing is what injecting and cutting have to do with each other.
Anyway, nice poem.

