The Fitting In Scale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


"All she is, is a girl who just wants to fit in."

Submitted: April 20, 2014

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Golden curls and bright, blue eyes,

This little girl - she sits and cries:

Her fist is tight, her mind is frail;

Her eyes are blank, her smile - it fails. 

No trace of youth is on her face,

She speaks the truth, she knows her place:

Left in the corner, like the dolls on the shelf -

Alone and forgotten. I don't need your help. 

Her clothes are too big for her small, fragile frame,

Her arms are like sticks, her body the same:

Battered and thin, worn down to the bone; 

The names always hurt - so much more than the stones. 

The room is dark, it's empty and bare;

She sits on the bed wishing she didn't care

And that she was happy, joyful and well - 

But that young girl is gone; what remains is a shell

With eyes that have seen what others have not;

With ears that have heard of what

Not to become - as though there’s a choice:

Just ignore them, it says; that small little voice

In the back of her mind, each night and each day,

But the words always win; the voice dies away.

At the smell of the food, tears well in her eyes;

Her stomach growls loudly, for too long deprived,

But the guilt overwhelms her, wells in her chest;

She runs from the room to rid herself of the rest.

Hand clutching the lid, her knees side-by-side,

She grasps at her throat, pushes and cries

As sweat and tears form and she heaves at the bin;

The voice says to stop, but she needs to fit in.

Gasps and heaves and wracking of tears;

Choking and gagging, she gives into her fears

As hair sticks to her cheeks, the scent so vile;

She falls to the floor, finally rid of her bile.

Her throat is burning, her mouth is red;

Her stomach is empty, but one thought in her head

As she moves to the corner, stands on the scale,

And takes a deep breath, hoping she didn’t fail.

She looks at the screen and lets out a breath:

I did it, she thinks - 80 pounds soaking wet.

She looks in the mirror, still hating the view:

Her hair and her legs - their words are still true.

She sees what they call her; thinks her size is a sin;

But all she is, is a girl, who just wants to fit in.


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