Poems, That You may Relate to.

spectacularly inaccurate

I don't like the way I look, which wouldn't quite be accurate

because I'd be bluffing if I said I really knew what I looked like.

comparison.

The thin, tan girls at my school. the boys simply crumble and fall apart at the sight of them. The way they look effortlessly pretty with their swift attractive movements.

If only.

not me, not nearly close. Or maybe It is me. My mirror lies with every tear that slides down my cheek as I stare, I crumble just as those boys did when I stare at my mirror. different intentions

Perception.

how do you see me, no honestly? No don't be honest I take it back. Don't twist the knife in the heart at the mention of a. weight or size. But do tell me so I know to work harder tomorrow. I have not the slightest idea of what I look like. Every mirror distorts the more I stare, the more I care the more it hurts.

WHY DO I CARE.

I shouldn't, what. To fit the standards to which society holds me as to be a girl. No. To meet the standards I set myself to. I am repulsed at what I see in the mirror. But more disturbed at if my mirror is wrong, to not know what I look like.

Alone.

maybe I know deep down I am not alone. But I feel alone. How it's not fair that I am not thin. with no roll of the skin when they sit, I'm not pretty or an elegant beauty.

Shatter.

What I would do to be anyone else. Sacrifice my well-being like a scrap of bread to a bird on a beach. Waves overcome me. But nobody really understands. I cant quote to explain it

Because if you're so young at thirteen I shouldn't be feeling these things, So you'll decide that I don't.

To spare your morality. Deceive and convince your thoughts to say I'm ok.

I'll do the same.