Why do I care?
Why do I cringe
At the look of each star?
Why do I worry
That he is critiquing
Each flaw in my figure
What rest am I seeking?
Why does it matter?
It just hasn't mattered
To anyone else
That my image is smattered
With imperfect features.
They seem to be cinging
His eyes and his notice
While I keep on cringing.
I know I am me-ish
Despite lacking beauty
Despite being treeish
And me-ish is worthy
Of being respected
So why do I care
That my body's rejected?
Nothing should make
Me feel self-conscious
Nothing should shake
My poise and command
And yet, here, I quietly write
While insecurities
Go bump in the night.
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Written December 5th, 2004
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Wow, a lot of mixed emotions that you seem to be searching and seeking within this piece that you created here. Interesting Poem, well written and expressed. I encourage you to write more, you are very good at it
---Sara
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