first the eyes, then the cheeks goes too;
**** Too much gloss, do it again!*
this pants seems to be a little tight;
Look at that fleshy lard filled stomach!
look down, you begin to see the said horror;
They steal you bit by bit, the voice ---
Static, from Magazines and Expectations.
you are getting confused, your thoughts and theirs
*No! that is too much for lunch--*
breakfast, snack, dinner, everything!
the words becomes ruthless and unrelenting
**** in that FAT stomach!**
Don't Rest! More! More Sit-ups! More Time!
your mind, your own, no more;
a personal torture chamber.
all the time -- Listen to Me.
Listen to The Static.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
first the eyes, then the cheeks goes too;
**** Too much gloss, do it again!*
this pants seems to be a little tight;
Look at that fleshy lard filled stomach!
look down, you begin to see the said horror;
They steal you bit by bit, the voice ---
Static, from Magazines and Expectations.
you are getting confused, your thoughts and theirs
*No! that is too much for lunch--*
breakfast, snack, dinner, everything!
the words becomes ruthless and unrelenting
**** in that FAT stomach!**
Don't Rest! More! More Sit-ups! More Time!
your mind, your own, no more;
a personal torture chamber.
all the time -- Listen to Me.
Listen to The Static.
The society is a very ruthless place, a place that has cause much pain and torture to many young women and despite what we know of; many young men are of the same fate.
We often struggle to fit in; to fit into the custom made shapes and sizes, of unrealistic perfection - the acceptable crowd where the popular and the cool stands.
This is not happily ever after, not a perfect ending to the story; this is reducing us to a mere shell of what we once were, to what resembles that of mannequins or zombies, we become The Living Dead.
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