AnotherBrokenDoll Posted August 6, 2007 Share Posted August 6, 2007 Who is this person, Who looks at me with such disgust, Looks down upon me, Like each imperfection, Is such a dirty thing to see. Who is this person, Who looks down upon my grades, Like everytime i zone out, They can laugh and say "away she fades?!" Who is this person, That bruises and batters my skin, Torments my soul, Points out my sin. Who is this person, That forced me to starve, Takes over my body, Words such as why they start to carve. Who is this person, Who hates me so clearly, The only one to help me, Is the one hurting me so dearly. This person i see, Staring with disgust, Looking down upon me, Telling me perfection is a must, Forcing me to starve, Hating me so much. With tears in my eyes, I try to glance away, But this person is everywhere, I must face her each day. Every mirror i see, Every clear door that does close. I see myself, Staring back at me. This crime i did commit, How do i fight, When its me who brusies my skin at night. These secret tears, This saddened soul, This crying heart, As dark as coal. No threads left to hold, No one left to find, These painful memories, That helped me lose my mind. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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