Ghost Of Me Poem by Jessy Liz

These jeans are tight on my hips
I know they’re tight for a reason.
So I try to lose some weight?
Get as thin as I can get..
But I can’t stop until the edges meet.
I get lost in a race against beauty.
Tipping the scale until I go crazy.
I’ve been selling myself to anyone..
Anyone who’ll listen.
But I go on, losing them in the crowd..
Mumbling on but somehow not saying anything.
Colors slowly blur and blink before my eyes
I’m steadily losing my balance,
But I can’t be blamed, right?
I mean I’m not doing anything wrong.
This is when I turn to you and whisper,
“Am I fooling anyone? ”
And the sad thing is, I know I am.
Because even you don’t know.
Even you can’t reply to this,
Stone faced and bitter,
Because somehow you’re just a ghost.



To ANA