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A Poem by Emily Is Lost

maybe that's the first time she's eaten in a week 
and maybe your burning eyes are making her weak
maybe a real smile is what she is trying to seek
but maybe every emotion to her feels completely bleak

so maybe you should notice the bones in her cheek
and maybe next time you see her you don't critique
because maybe it is that very part of her she is trying to tweak
but maybe you don't notice because being thinner is chic.

maybe its the words that are the cause of the tears that streak
maybe the extra toothbrush is just a technique
maybe she needs pills to keep up her physique
but maybe health to her is just another antique.

maybe if you just took a peek
maybe you could experience the very cry for help, 
the scream, 
the shriek. 
maybe then this problem wouldn't be so meek
maybe then you'll know why she can't speak
but maybe you wont because you haven't seen her in a week.

© 2012 Emily Is Lost


Author's Note

Emily Is Lost
just wrote it on a fluke, don't know if its good or not so ya

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Added on September 21, 2012
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Emily Is Lost
Emily Is Lost

Canada



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I am Emily. i like a lot of books, a lot of movies, a lot of music and i have no idea what i am going to do with my life, so yeah, i guess you get an inner look. more..

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