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Silent Scream
0 reviewsI return to my old style of vent-poetry for a moment to let off some steam. Wrote this during math class, so it' sloppy and rushed, but it calmed me down for a little while.
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Silent Scream
She's staring at that mirror again,
Tearing herself to pieces again,
She want's to lose; to lose it all,
To lose until there's nothing left to lose at all,
The clock ticks on; an hour's passed,
Another hour of ugly has passed,
Imperfections are many, and the weight is never right,
No matter what they tell her, the scale is always right,
She cries when she sees her mother's eyes tear up,
But she can't bring herself to pick herself up,
No one else can see that she's crying inside,
No one else can see that she's dying inside,
She hates that she measures her self-worth in pounds,
But she'd do anything to lose the last filthy pounds,
It scares me, but this girl is me,
This bruised and broken girl is me
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
A/N: Tried a new writing style. Not really loving it, but it'll do.
She's staring at that mirror again,
Tearing herself to pieces again,
She want's to lose; to lose it all,
To lose until there's nothing left to lose at all,
The clock ticks on; an hour's passed,
Another hour of ugly has passed,
Imperfections are many, and the weight is never right,
No matter what they tell her, the scale is always right,
She cries when she sees her mother's eyes tear up,
But she can't bring herself to pick herself up,
No one else can see that she's crying inside,
No one else can see that she's dying inside,
She hates that she measures her self-worth in pounds,
But she'd do anything to lose the last filthy pounds,
It scares me, but this girl is me,
This bruised and broken girl is me
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
A/N: Tried a new writing style. Not really loving it, but it'll do.
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