Blindfolded - Poem by Jessy Liz
This mess is getting out of hand.
Or is it just falling into place?
Losing sense of what’s only pretend
I’m falling fast from grace.
My mind is racing madly
Between this constant binge and purge
Thinking maybe it’d make it possible
For my true self to emerge.
But to be quite honest I must say
I’m really tiring quickly.
And what I’m losing pound by pound
Feels more like my virginity.
Not quite lost to total consent,
More like a one-way trip.
Trapped beneath a pulsating lie
It feels a lot like rape.
My body’s being shaken
While someone screams to make it right.
But I can’t hear or see a thing-
Guess this blindfold’s on too tight.
So as I walk this tightrope
Stretching through this tangled web,
I will find my wings and fly
In spite of what’d ahead.
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