ZoeLeigh Vaughan


Mothers Little Model - Poem by ZoeLeigh Vaughan

As she models her clothes her mother states
'you're putting on a little weight'
When she looks in the mirror she can't debate
So she decides to limit what she puts on her plate.

She cuts out certain foods and restricts the rest
All in her ambition to be her mothers best.
It doesn't take long before she is obsessed
And in her mind the monster infests

She curls up in pain on her bed
As her body cries out to be fed
But she has to obey the voice in her head
'All of this fat must be shed'

She whispers desperately 'Save me please'.
As she falls once again to her bruised knees
She's lost all control to this disease
She's fading fast and on one sees.

She desperately fights for just a little control
She wants a perfect body and a perfect soul
The effects of this beast are taking a toll
As lower and lower she sets her goal

Four years later she's struggling still
Yet no dreams have been fullfilled
She's tired of this killer, of being ill
To fight for life, she's lost her will

Her weight drops to a mere sixty-five pounds
But still she can't see the loss so profound
In this disorders chains she in bound
There is no way out, she's hit the ground

She grows weaker day by day
Her heart is failing, she's in a state of decay
With her last breath, for her mother she trys to pray
And her body dies and spirt fades away.


Comments about Mothers Little Model by ZoeLeigh Vaughan

  • (2/13/2010 8:26:00 PM)


    i like yor poem very touching..................very good job! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • (2/13/2010 8:01:00 PM)


    I weight 105 and have always felt fat. Very touching and sad poem. Thank you (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 13, 2010



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