Beautiful

the girls with the the hollow cheeks and plastic wrap skin, i want to be like them.

 

 

mirrors a thousand mouths, screaming

obscenities into my ears, too open to

listening. so rude theyre unbelievably kind.

 

every magazine i place

before me is like a spread-open centerfold

i devour every page and vomit them

back up onto any available surface, onto

me. im disgusting

im only allowed to committ the

taste--no, image

to memory

 

i

cant

erase

it.

 

it sits on my skin and seeps

into my pores and becomes

part of me.

 

i want to be them, be

dead.

dead like the girls with the porcelain

bones trapped in a thin layer of plastic wrap,

barely contained

 

hipbones sharp as knives, so very

loveylovelylovely

cut them open and make them

my own.

sunken in opalescent skin,

high fashion at its peak

 

me, im pathetic

repulsive

more alive than is healthy

 

im working on beautiful

 

maybe then the mirrors will smile

not scream

 

maybe then i will smile

not scream

 

 

Author's Note

my writing just isnt any good lately. anyway. just something on my mind.

Reviews

[JustNeedToBeHappy]

Nobody should want to be this beautiful. Not when beauty means not eating for two weeks and fainting every time you stand up and puking your guts up five times a day. You already are beautiful *hugs*
This is a wonderful poem though, you are one of the most talented writers I have ever read :)

[Sleepless]

hummn nice and really tells something about looking in the mirror and not accepting yourself love th poem :)!

[PyroKitty24]

I thought it was a very pretty poem. Unfortunately people can be too obsessed with the way they look. I gave up on how I look years ago, though it still hurts a bit.