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Long hair, Big eyes. Fake smiles, Living lies. Funny jokes, Rude remarks. "Swag" walk, Leaving sparks. Hollister, New iPhone. Lipstick, Girly tone. Make-up, Fake tan. Has a boy, Wants a man.
Always feeling fat, But always looking thin, Just glancing at that cookie, Could be regarded as a sin. Going up one dress size, And suddenly; a fight, Even one inch bigger, And it's a grotesque sight.
Expectations make me, To them I am a mould, A piece of dough to take and shape, To have and then to hold.
Hello. You think you know me. You think its your job to make my life hell. Really. Oh you do .... Do you. You know my name, Not my brain.
"BANG" the door shut behind me rapidly. Shoot, mums gonna kill me. I ran up the stairs trying to be quite, I miserably failed.
Why hide in a fake shell, made of what people want to see and hear. Why act stupid to make people laugh at you. Is it attention you want. Is it friendship. Acceptance.
A wise old women, she once said You' re not, the first and you won't, be the last If he loves you, he'll be happy to know To offer comfit to the lass, in her time of woe Shotgun wedding, the name...
I hope I can make it. I need to hold on. I just can't let go. Cant let go of Shawn. As I walk by. They point and laugh. A snide comment. An "accidental" foot in my path.
This is confusing This picking and choosing Deciding who to be And how to be Walking through hallways Watching the floor creep by Hearing some laughter A comment, a whisper As I walk hurriedly...
it's just a fear. fear factor. the element of getting caught. doing something you should not. maybe they'll see the red. the red in your eyes. or maybe the cuts. covering your thighs. tell them lies.
You seem so perfect on the outside. But I wonder what it must be like inside. Is your mind corrupted by your pride. So filthy with fake beauty. That you can't see what is right.
she worried about her weight she worried about her date she wondered how long here she'd stay she was curious about when things would finally be okay she starved herself daily she cried herself to...
First goes on the primer To protect who she really is Second the concealer To hide a few blemishes Then we have foundation Its supposed to be the base Its supposed to be the start But it just...
new generation new age hiding behind old problems if everyone thinks you're mental you can do what you like without being judged go crazy and your folks won't budge hide behind a disorder claim to be...
Her hair So Perfectly done. Tied up In a messy bun. She thinks This Looks pretty cool. Sprays it Then goes to school. Her makeup Done So thickly applied. Lines of orange On the side.
Stare at me, eyes fixed on my body, My face observed by souls. Judge me, judge me like a book, I haven't reached your stupid goals.
She was the perfect student Straight As, always listening Happy-go-lucky, laughing along Spending her nights out with friends The perfect girl, you would say Pretty and popular, attractive Boys...
My fat defines me. I feel like it eats away at me, yet grows on me. I feel trapped. Insecure. When I'm with my friends, I feel like an elephant trying to dance with butterflies.
#projecthumanity. #household. The television told me. I have to be skinny. To be recognised in society. The television told me. You can’t be too skinny enough. I want to be skinny.
"She's quiet and stupid" You want to know why I don't cry. Because It shows that I'm weak. Why I don't talk. Because I'm afraid you'll judge me. Why I don't work to my best.
I am not afraid to stand alone. I am not afraid to stand alone. If Allah is by my side I am not afraid to stand alone. Everything will be alright I am not afraid to stand alone.
I change my hair and make-up Almost ten times a day, In hopes that someone see's me, That you might glance my way.
Day begins, Just like any other, I'm a young girl, Experimenting with style, Day moves on, And I'm oblivious, As passing rumours, Reach the surface.
"I'll like a piece of cheese pizza with a medium sized coke, and maybe some fries on the side." "That will be $7.50," the cashier tells me. I dig inside my purse and pull out a ten dollar bill.