Am I Beautiful Yet?

 

 

I'm hearing these taunts, and finally starting to listen,

I'm letting myself break, now I'm giving in.

Flaunt your hair, and tell me I'm not tough,

well wait until I snap because I've about had enough.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, is what they say true or is it a lie?

Can I use your broken pieces to finally let myself die?

Let's start wih the razor blades, so I can drag them across my face,

I'm putting a rope around my neck, and tieing it with lace.

Gouging out my insides, as I carve a giant smile that's still blood wet,

I'll watch it drip into the sink, am I beautiful yet?

Watch me hollow out my eyes, and nail my casket shut,

and from my elbows to my wrists, I'll make an impressive cut.

My heart is already rotten, how much do you want to bet?

I'll mangle my face to a terrible sight, am I good enough yet?

Because I could slit my throat, and you still wouldn't be satisfied,

but go ahead and keep talking, because my spirit has already died.

Watch me as I claw at my cheeks, this is what you set,

as I look at you with my blood dripping down and ask,

Am I beautiful yet?

Reviews

[Numb]

That was a beautiful poem [if I can use that word ;]
It was dark, deep, emotional... But most of all, the words seemed to only get more and more powerful after every rhyme. I don't know how you do it so well, I can barely pull off a rhyming poem. So brava, for that.
Wonderful work from you, yet again. You never cease to amaze.

~N~

[Elvina CZq]

Even darkness is beauty. I heard a song that one of the lines said, "... Beauty always comes with dark thoughts." What you hear are the insecurity the others felt when they see you. What people feel about you is something they're afraid will lose in them.

This poem speaks more than just sadness and disappointment. It's just bloody, yet beautifully sad.

[Elwina]

Dark, dark anger. Such despair, this pierces my heart.
Outstanding poem Beth.

[Another Relic]

A great dark tale beth. I could hear the frustation and anger in this clearly. The descriptions were raw and to the point with a hate for oneself that only occurs when the soul has reached its lowest point. One odd phrase: is what they true or is it a lie?

[Coyote Poetry]

Making the world and people around you happy. Don't make the person inside happy. Poem is full of disappointment and desire to escape the B.S. A strong poem with a purpose. Can't all the downers in a life to bother you. When you look into the mirror, You must like your self. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[deeps]

Now this is amazing!
I throughly enjoyed this one.
Awesome flow and rhyme scheme.
Very well written!