I am convinced that me being alive is to also die at the exact same time
I watch the girl in the mirror decaying
She's replaying every word she's heard
The world saying
About her eyes
Her Lips
Her Hips
Her Body
There's not a single thing she cares more about than what the world thinks of her
She wakes up in the morning
Already drenched in sweat
Because her nightmare is reality
Her morality is entirely based on if she is liked
She can't remember if she actually likes the person she has become
She misses the three, five, eight year old versions of her
That she buried six feet under her shame
This life she is living
Its really just a game
But she is gripping to it with all her strength
The length of how far she'll go
She doesnt know
She just has to win
Win
Win
I don't think she is alive anymore
I think she is just a shell
But everyone looks away
Says oh well
I hope she is okay
I hope she can find a way
To stay
I hope she will survive
That little part of her
That is still alive
Comments
This is an incredibly powerful piece. I'm sorry the world and society are such a b*tch. Sometimes I think that lots of people will tell us that we are beautiful in hopes that we will believe it. At the same time society tells us otherwise. I hope not to believe either anymore. To just see my self as the mechanism my body is, a complicated, delicate thing. I wish you all the luck and love in the world.
Thank you so much! I hope society improves, for us, and for all the future generations. Much love 💖
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