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Jackeline Chacon Sep 2014
I was always called a pig
I was always seen so fat
I was always feeling ugly
I was this and I was that

I was always called chubby
I was always seen strange
I was always throwing up
To hope a sudden change

I was always called a loser
I was always so depressed
I was always starving bad
My thoughts so obsessed

I was always called a baby
I was always called a fake
I was an attention seeker
Family help was a mistake

I was always called skinny
I was always seen so thin
I was called beautiful after
Did I lose?. Or did I win?.
Jackeline Chacon Sep 2014
I had a dream of you
Remembering the way you held me

 I had a dream of you
I wonder if it was ever meant to be

I had a dream of you
Smiling at the sound of your voice

I had a dream of you
I apparently have no other choice

 I had a dream of you
A past life that is now just history

 I had a nightmare of you
Why must you be such a mystery?
Jackeline Chacon Sep 2014
Innocent animals born to die
Brutally killed for human food

Cows and pigs suffering death
For a perfect banquet stewed

Many natural food that grow
Delicious right out of the dirt

Yet they still eat with gluttony
Oh this world makes me hurt

Chicks and goats all perished
To prepare for the finest dish

Imagine if you were an animal
You surely never want to wish

My outlook is a world of peace
Not lovely creatures to decay

Animals should not live tragic
A vegetarian I will always stay
Jackeline Chacon Aug 2014
I met a mysterious man
It was love at first sight

Thought he was charming
Things weren't quite right

He spoke to me romantic
Pure seduction in my eyes

I loved the way he kissed
It taste of such sweet lies

He gazed deep to my soul
He said I was perfection

Yet it was not me he spoke
But to his own reflection

He was a man so confident
Sure no one could disagree

So naive I was for thinking
That you could ever love me

Now I find myself silenced
A little lost book in a shelf

A Narcissist can not love
Except their beautiful self
Jackeline Chacon Aug 2014
Then those birds stood watching
          For she was next prey

They flew around her thoughts
          In a world so grey

They scattered her rotting flesh
          Maggots infested

The vultures began to take feast
           Laying in nested

Taking every sip of sweet blood
           In her head deep

Devouring the dead memories
            Within her sleep
Jackeline Chacon Aug 2014
You love me as you smile
And it really seems to shine

When you bruise up my skin
I love knowing your all mine

You love me as you laugh
I can see the joy you wear

When you choke my neck
It shows you really care

You hate me as we love
For the reason I cheated

When all you did was love
Yet I hurt you so repeated

You love me as you hate
With pain in every touch

When you abuse my body
I still love you so much
Jackeline Chacon Aug 2014
There is a garden in my lungs
With butterflies roaming in me

Lost butterflies are crowded in
They are wanting to be set free

The garden grew from feelings
With lovely roses you can't see

Red beautiful roses everywhere
With painful thorns stabbing me

This is the secret garden of mine
Living where my lungs should be

Maybe one day I will show you it
Because all this is suffocating me
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