Her body is merely an obstacle
A barrier between happiness and reality
She challenges herself to get closer -
and closer
To the bones that hold her together
Reduced to her ivory frame until her foundation becomes unreliable
Unworthy of the beauty she deserves
She is golden, and her hair is glass
Nothing more than an ornament to be adored
She is hungry for nothing but perfection
To be a thread; bones and beauty twisted into one
Filling her insides with the water she will end in
Finished, she is nothing more than what she has become
Not full or whole
In pieces, taped together after tearing herself apart

At ten I did not know
The innocence that would soon go
Quick hands that made me suffer
Stole so much. I thought I was tougher.
And always believed what I was told
A perfect place but I was so young, and parents often withhold
The ugly of the world and kids are so naïve
Do I dare say parents deceive?
Creating a perfect world with magic in wonder
Masking the darkness and broken down under