Knots of my Life

A Poem by eebe_

I actually wrote this in my English class last year. This is a bit personal, ive always had trouble fitting in and looking right... so this is the outcome(:

This morning I woke up and forced myself out of bed. I brushed my teeth and dragged a comb through the knots of my life. I don’t know myself. That’s my knot. Who am i? I was struck by the awful realization that I wasn’t who I was or wanted to be. I was who he wanted me to be or trying to get her to like me, trying to fit societies “perfect” image. Society’s idea of a Woman is “a size 0, perfect skinned, nice assed girl who won’t share an opinion.” Girls are judged by their appearance, and every girl is supposed to fit the nonrealistic idea of a girl. My red lipstick is stained but I still apply a new coat, one fresher, bolder, and one more striking than ever before. I trashed the dark blue dress with slits down the sides and heart break down the front. Instead I walked out in a miniskirt and heels. I ignored the stares from the faint hearted people who only dream but never live. You don’t need to know everything, but know this: when im dancing half past two in a smoky club with a tall boy who smells like burnt bread and cinnamon altoids, when im the girl ive always wanted to be.