Perfection
is what I need...
Beautiful
is what I want to be...
Restricted
from food...
Leaning
over the toilet
disposing of the fat...
Resisting
another meal
because if I don't
I would surely not
be able to deal with the gain
Hurting
inside because I know
what I'm doing is not right
Surely no one can see that
this eating disorder is killing me....
:) very nice...I think it could be jazzed up a bit somehow...but I like it because it's to the point....its says what it needs to say. Very sad....i know many people will be able to relate to your poem...I know i can. :) I wish you the best of luck! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
since im not much of a critizer of the poem itself, seeing as there is no wrong way to do a poem i will critize the content. what you talked about it the subject of someone who is looking to be 'beautiful' or 'perfect' and i will say that this is how most young girls feel and think....when in all reality there is a man always in the background say 'wow shes beautiful.' I would suggest that we all share a part of ourselves in our poetry, if this is you... i will say this, perfection might be valued by most, but in all reality, true beauty comes from one sincere to the heart and who is open and honest...now that, that is not only poetry, that is beautiful