Once upon a time, there was a girl who stumbled into a dress.
Though her true self was flawless, her hair was up, a bun in a mess.
She twirled up, she strolled down,
Across oceans and desserts without a sound
Her head was held high, but her self-esteem down low
Her smile would never allow it, not once, to show
But inside she crumbled, bit by bit, year by year
She build herself up, brick by brick, tear by tear
A wall between her flawless sparkling delight
And what she held within herself with all her might
Forcing it upon herself, a mask, she wore, everyday
Would always peel off and crack in dismay
She found out a way to cement the chips and cracks
It was with makeup and glitter, a piled on attack
She sunk herself in to a black hole
Bigger than the one that was in her soul
Deeper and deeper she had fell down
She buried herself till no one else was around
Perfecting herself for only others to see
But really she was drowning in a bittersweet blasphemy
Down down, the flawless girl had fell
Into her own mind, a unconscious hell
Critiquing herself from her head to down her toes
Hating what she saw all the way to her buttony nose
Little by little she grew into her facade
Her mask now strong and falsely brave
It grew and conformed into her a fearless heart
She wasn't just a master piece, but now a work of art
With braided hair no longer up in a mess of a bun
She twirled around having lots of disillusioned fun
Painting her face and showing no disgrace
She walked along at her own misguided pace
She caught the attention of everyone in the room
But soon all fun and games will become her doom
However little did she even know
How others' envies began to grow
A simple gathering if some sort, where it all had started
Where her mask was in full swing, her forgotten soul discarded
A glass or two, maybe three or four
How did she end up on the scuffed up floor
Her hair fell down against her bruised neck
Her seductive mask fell as she began to sweat
The room was spinning now, but without her moving
This girl so innocent, had the life of choosing
Others laughed when she began to cry
It was her fault they told her, it was her to decide
They hit, they hurt, they ripped, she screamed
Now of what more pain could they have to bring
Her body moved with her heart in tow
The darkness inside of her began to grow
Her beautiful eyes once so big and bright
Now were dull without a single sign of life
Pictures were spread faster than rumors were said
Her head hung low as she wanted to be dead
She only wanted to pretend to love herself
She laid on the floor screaming for help
Her darkest nightmares turned into her most beautiful dreams
Her reality slowly started slipping at the seams
She kept that dress locked up in a tied up box
To remind herself of what she had forever lost
From that day onward she bared it all
The stares, the groping, the horrible name calls
They whistled as she walked on by
Never giving them a second eye
She was done with herself, and all that she knew
But what she didn't know, is what began to grew
A new seed of light was planted behind her eyes
She surprised everyone who had denied
Turning her nightmares into hopes
She began to run and wished for an elope
She worked hard day and every night
To change herself an become a beacon of light
She transformed into something of the unknown
She poured blood, sweat, and tears into a new home
Pledging to herself that if her child ever grew
Everything about them, showered in love, they knew
She rearranged those thoughts inside of her head
Instead hating herself and the thought of her dead
She worked at herself, for herself
She no longer needed the hand she'd been dealt
She picked herself up with delicate hands
She help others like herself, because she understands
Teaching those who want to be taught
Of how to cope with these dark demented thoughts
From a decaying flower flew a seed
That grew into something nobody would believe
She overcame what overcome in her life
She now had four flawless kids and was now a wife
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There once was a girl who stumbled into a dress
Her skin once paled, hair had fallen out, nails broken in stress
She hated herself and was trapped in a skit
It was once upon a time, wasn't it?
CITEȘTI
Enter Thy Mind
PoezieThis publication is a collective of a few of my more personal compositions. It begins with a few pieces from my early teenage years and concludes with more contemporary verses that I have written respectively for this compilation. It presents a poet...