oldie poem. age 13. yikes.
but no matter how simple it is,
it reminds me of who i was. am. could be?
comments are LOVED.
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Gloss up those lips,
Powder your cheeks,
Blacken your eyes,
So no tears may leak,
Volume your hair,
Push up your breasts,
Tighten your corset,
For what comes next,
Throw on a top,
A nice pair of jeans,
Make yourself beautiful,
Just like your dreams.
She'll plaster her face,
Her lips dark and red,
Bleach her long hair,
Just like they said,
Slip into some fishnets,
Her new short skirt,
Her halter neck top,
Her smile hides the hurt,
She won't chip her nails,
Or trip in the heels,
She'll numb her whole body,
So she'll no longer feels.
I'll turn up the music,
Block out all the fake,
Try reach true perfection,
For my own life's sake,
I'll re-style my hair,
And brighten my eyes,
I'll blush up my cheeks,
Bruised from fake smiles,
I'll shake in my bed,
Pretend I'm above it all,
Until the very end,
I'll answer society's call.
Perfection = beauty, Or so they do say,
Fakeness = Weakness, In every single way.
Weakness isn't beauty, But in the very end,
Perfection = Fakeness, It's just another trend
Powder your cheeks,
Blacken your eyes,
So no tears may leak,
Volume your hair,
Push up your breasts,
Tighten your corset,
For what comes next,
Throw on a top,
A nice pair of jeans,
Make yourself beautiful,
Just like your dreams.
She'll plaster her face,
Her lips dark and red,
Bleach her long hair,
Just like they said,
Slip into some fishnets,
Her new short skirt,
Her halter neck top,
Her smile hides the hurt,
She won't chip her nails,
Or trip in the heels,
She'll numb her whole body,
So she'll no longer feels.
I'll turn up the music,
Block out all the fake,
Try reach true perfection,
For my own life's sake,
I'll re-style my hair,
And brighten my eyes,
I'll blush up my cheeks,
Bruised from fake smiles,
I'll shake in my bed,
Pretend I'm above it all,
Until the very end,
I'll answer society's call.
Perfection = beauty, Or so they do say,
Fakeness = Weakness, In every single way.
Weakness isn't beauty, But in the very end,
Perfection = Fakeness, It's just another trend
-- jellyworms <3
I actually love this poem! Like loads :) I can't believe you wrote this when you were 13, I could never write anything that good :P
ReplyDeleteHaha I spent 2 hours today anylising poetry today and I could feel myself wanting to write an essay on it which is quite sad :P
Lottie x
That was superly amazingly good. Awesome poem. Especially liked those last couple of lines.
ReplyDeleteAnd you wrote that at 13? Kick a--!
Amazingly good. Better than amazingly good for a 13-yr old to write.
ReplyDeleteThat is such an amazing piece of work!
ReplyDeleteWell done! :)
You have quite the talent there. <3
Wow this poem is so real! I seriously can't believe you were only 13 when you wrote it. I relate so much...to 13 year old you
ReplyDeleteThat's pretty awesome! And only 13 when you wrote it?! It reminds me of something faintly Tim Burton-esque, like it should be illustrated with drawings like Edward Gorey's.
ReplyDeletexoxo
this poem is so moving! it feels like it was written for my life! you are an amazing poet!
ReplyDeletewow. thats all i can say :)
ahh i love this darling ! you really do have so much talent ! i really related to it, welllll done xoxoxoxox
ReplyDeleteWow! This poem is amazing. I can literally imagine it being lyrics to a song as well. You're a great writer.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, this really touches me.
<3
hey jellyworms, just wanted to say how moving your poems are and that you have a really good blog already! I just started my blog this week too. Keep strong with your resolve, good luck
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