Work in ProgressA Poem by S.R.M.a girl in progress“Work in Progress” 7-02-2015 You are thirteen years old Your world is burning, falling down around you Enclosing you in a shroud of despair Unlike any you have experienced thus far Tears of real pain roll down your cheeks She called you ugly and fat and weird, and it hurt More than broken bones and skinned knees The girl’s words sliced right through you, Reaching more deeply than you ever thought they could Imprinting those hurtful words on your heart forever You are thirteen years old You are fifteen years old You know how smart you are, almost But still have not grasped how important that is How intelligence prevails where beauty does not How the good men will like your brains, not your bones So you stare at yourself in the mirror and With tears in your eyes you lean over the toilet seat And stick your fingers down your throat Because the desire to be thin and beautiful Makes you forget how smart you are For just a moment You are fifteen years old You are seventeen years old You do not yet fully understand the workings of boys Of these almost men who do not love you You do not understand that when they ask you To come over and watch a movie That they want to do more than kiss you And that if you say no, they will not be kind You do not understand that you’re not a freak Simply because you succeed in school And prioritize your life accordingly, already Putting work before fun, because You are different, but you do not yet realize Being different is the best thing that ever happened to you But you will You are seventeen years old You are nineteen years old High school is over, those people just weak memories With more freedom and choices than you ever imagined With all the time in the world and all the love in your
heart The story of your life is no longer one of an outsider The people you have now, you know, will be there for life You work so hard, and more success has come to you In this past year than in your entire life up to this point You can do anything, go anywhere, talk to anyone Your options are limitless, and you finally see that You have come into your own, beautifully And this is just the beginning You are nineteen years old And you know it will only go up from here. S.R.M. © 2015 S.R.M.Reviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 2, 2015 Last Updated on July 2, 2015 Tags: girl, adolescence, depression, eating disorder, emotions, friends, childhood, teenager Author |