MirrorsA Poem by Kim StegemanThis is not my poem. This poem belongs to the winner of the contest "meaningful poems" that I created. The prize of winning was their poem to be posted on my wall.I wish I was skinny, pretty, loved. I wish I wasn't me or anything like me I wish I was her in her ripped skinny jeans, Loving life in her yellow jacket looking cool, calm, collected. I wish I was cool but cool isn't something I will ever be because My veins burn with rage when I see Myself, when I see myself I want to rip The skin from my bones, tear the fat from inside out. The mirror is a demon, preying on my weak mind, Telling me to stop, to take back control, to starve. Sometimes I listen, sometimes I don't. But I'll always, secretly, know that he's Right. © 2017 Kim Stegeman |
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Added on October 20, 2017 Last Updated on October 20, 2017 AuthorKim StegemanArusha, TanzaniaAboutI love to swim and to be honest I hate to write (books, stories, etc.) but I love to write poems. It is the only way for me to express my feelings! more..Writing
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