Walking for miles.
A long and lonely road ahead.
I'm not sure how long it's been.
Or where I'm headed.
I look to my left to see a girl facing towards me.
Her movements mimic my own.
Her face full of imperfections.
Her skin so outrageously thin.
Her eyes full of tears.
The pale look of sadness.
She's hideous.
As I wave to her, she waves back.
I open my mouth to say a few words,
She opens her own.
As puzzled as she looks, she seems quite broken and insecure.
She's trembling now as I am too.
She buries her hands into her face.
And starts to weep.
She's realized what she's become.
She feels the impulse.
Only becoming a reflection of her well-being.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
Walking for miles.
A long and lonely road ahead.
I'm not sure how long it's been.
Or where I'm headed.
I look to my left to see a girl facing towards me.
Her movements mimic my own.
Her face full of imperfections.
Her skin so outrageously thin.
Her eyes full of tears.
The pale look of sadness.
She's hideous.
As I wave to her, she waves back.
I open my mouth to say a few words,
She opens her own.
As puzzled as she looks, she seems quite broken and insecure.
She's trembling now as I am too.
She buries her hands into her face.
And starts to weep.
She's realized what she's become.
She feels the impulse.
Only becoming a reflection of her well-being.
