jemel - Hello Poetry

“No, never her, not that girl” Little did they know that her web of lies was waiting to unfurl. Beauty, brains, she had it all as some would say, But depression became the predator and she the prey. Confidence that others would **** for, A mask of self-assurance she wore. How could one who had everything going for her, Become her own saboteur? Ran, she did for months, even years, Hoping this question would eventually disappear. “Are you okay?” “Yes, I’m fine,” Others never knowing the desolation that haunted her mind. Feelings, earnest thoughts, locked away, hidden on a shelf, And in the process she buried herself. Into a hole she thought she could never escape, Till one day she’s found in a bed wearing a hospital cape. “No, never her, not that girl,” Little did they know that her web of lies was waiting to unfurl.

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Nov 1, 2013

Nov 1, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC

Her?

“No, never her, not that girl” Little did they know that her web of lies was waiting to unfurl. Beauty, brains, she had it all as some would say, But depression became the predator and she the prey. Confidence that others would **** for, A mask of self-assurance she wore. How could one who had everything going for her, Become her own saboteur? Ran, she did for months, even years, Hoping this question would eventually disappear. “Are you okay?” “Yes, I’m fine,” Others never knowing the desolation that haunted her mind. Feelings, earnest thoughts, locked away, hidden on a shelf, And in the process she buried herself. Into a hole she thought she could never escape, Till one day she’s found in a bed wearing a hospital cape. “No, never her, not that girl,” Little did they know that her web of lies was waiting to unfurl.

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Purge. I purge myself of the fat I girl I was and Hope to be no more Purge. I purge myself of the carbs I just devoured Longing to see a lesser number on a scale. Purge. I purge myself of all the “I would never do that” comments Of a girl with a good head on her shoulders. Purge. I purge myself to be the ideal girl With the hourglass figure. Purge. I purge myself of all the warnings I’ve heard Knowing that I’m destroying my interior Hoping to have the ideal exterior Purge. I purge myself of my meals, But in reality I’m ridding myself of guilt Purge. I purge myself of the fat girl I used to be In hopes of being the girl, the world wants to see. Purge.

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Nov 1, 2013

Nov 1, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC

Purge

Purge. I purge myself of the fat I girl I was and Hope to be no more Purge. I purge myself of the carbs I just devoured Longing to see a lesser number on a scale. Purge. I purge myself of all the “I would never do that” comments Of a girl with a good head on her shoulders. Purge. I purge myself to be the ideal girl With the hourglass figure. Purge. I purge myself of all the warnings I’ve heard Knowing that I’m destroying my interior Hoping to have the ideal exterior Purge. I purge myself of my meals, But in reality I’m ridding myself of guilt Purge. I purge myself of the fat girl I used to be In hopes of being the girl, the world wants to see. Purge.

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Pretty Pretty. What does it mean to her? Since the beginning time, she was always told she was pretty, But at one point that little girl began to question If what she was told was a lie. Everybody seemed pretty, But her. She was no longer the “You should sign her up for modeling” girl. She became “Oh, she’s ….. tall” Or “Wow, you’re big! Oh I mean big for your age.” When the “pretty” faded, so did her spirit. The omnipresent smile was gone, As well as her joy. She became her mother’s nightmare Moody, Sensitive, Irritable, Argumentative. She covered up her self-destructive insecurities with faux confidence and “No really, I’m fine” Just as if one covers up their unsightliness With aggrandize grand eyes, cheeks and lips No one ever knew that underneath all the bravado There was still a little girl, Who seemed grown physically and sometimes mentally, Longing for someone to tell her she’s pretty. Incorrect. This little girl was waiting to tell herself she was pretty And believe it.

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC

Pretty

Pretty Pretty. What does it mean to her? Since the beginning time, she was always told she was pretty, But at one point that little girl began to question If what she was told was a lie. Everybody seemed pretty, But her. She was no longer the “You should sign her up for modeling” girl. She became “Oh, she’s ….. tall” Or “Wow, you’re big! Oh I mean big for your age.” When the “pretty” faded, so did her spirit. The omnipresent smile was gone, As well as her joy. She became her mother’s nightmare Moody, Sensitive, Irritable, Argumentative. She covered up her self-destructive insecurities with faux confidence and “No really, I’m fine” Just as if one covers up their unsightliness With aggrandize grand eyes, cheeks and lips No one ever knew that underneath all the bravado There was still a little girl, Who seemed grown physically and sometimes mentally, Longing for someone to tell her she’s pretty. Incorrect. This little girl was waiting to tell herself she was pretty And believe it.

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