Sta.sh
This world is not the one I live in
When I am here it feels like broken glass into my pale skin
THEY throw it at me
I cry helplessly then I remember I can go far away
Only the wondrous are allowed here
the ones that never fail to fill me with warmth.
I try not to remember that all I see will never be reality
Far away,
The man and woman happy together
with the perfect family
The man who loves his daughter and son and takes them wherever they want to go
and opens doors to beautiful worlds that complete their souls
They are always happy and filled with beautiful togetherness
But in the broken glass staring back
The man is sick, he likes to sip the bottle
The woman has taken them from him and replaces him with many
only to take them away to rebuild again
The daughter and son will never get it back
Far away,
The daughter is so perfect.
She has perfect hair and weighs 108 pounds.
She has a face like in the magazines without a flaw in sight.
She never slips up when she talks, and she never feels alone.
Shes always part of the pack, and everybody knows.
She has the strength of all the woman in the world.
But in the broken glass staring back
Her strength is really breaking,fading.
Her pale skin is covered in cuts and flaws that are too many to count
She tugs at her tummy as she sits on the scale: 160 pounds
She cries at night because she always feels left out.
She makes herself bleed because she feels like she deserves it.
She always messes up when she opens her mouth
So she always keeps it shut.
Far away,
She makes a difference
The world will know her name
But in the broken glass staring back,
She still keeps hope that there is a chance
I don't know you. And you don't know me. But, thanks to this(beautifully written) poem, I have a general idea of what you're going through.
And I don't know you... But I care about you, and I'm praying for you. So hang in there, okay?
so freaking good!