Salad Days Poem by Paula Glynn

Life on lettuce leaves is a nightmare,
I cannot take these diets anymore,
I feel hungry, bored and restless.
I am losing weight, but I feel so sick,
Like a cancer patient,
Because I need food,
Even if it means I don't end up stick thin,
But losing weight is something to begin,
So I can fit fashion and my friends,
And look beautiful, like all those fashion models.
Because I do read the magazines:
How I envy those models! They look perfect,
And no one criticizes or judges them,
They live perfect lives: and what do I have?
Spotty skin, loads of exams and looking fat.
I feel like a blob, like nothing,
I want to be glamorous and beautiful,
I want money, success and a rock star boyfriend,
But I may as well dream on,
I am ordinary: I have to get up in the morning for college,
I will probably end up working in an office,
Doing the photocopying and making the tea:
I won't be jetsetting across the world,
Posing in beautiful clothes on a beautiful beach,
For the rock n' roll lifestyle is out of my reach.
But I will continue these salad days,
Hoping my lucky break will come soon,
But, most likely, I will just remain another one of the masses.