Obsession: A Poem

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

Just a poem I wrote about a girl with an eating disorder.


The girl is young; she has a dream
To change for the better, though it may seem
That she is beautiful inside and out
She sees this not, holds only doubt

From the moment she wakes to the moment of sleep
A goal of perfection she dares to keep
This thing that consumes her knows no limit
A once promising future is now lost in it

She looks deep in the glass that only lies
To mock, condemn, and criticize
The flaws of which she sees no dearth
In the body that defines her worth

And in that glass she cannot see
The desperate person she's come to be
But another's eyes reveal the truth
Of failing health and wasted youth

What started as a simple game
Spread like wildfire from a single flame
It was never meant to come to this
To days spent waiting for death's cold kiss

What a terrible thing it is to invest
One's time on this earth in a futile quest
Such a beautiful life given up to spend
In pursuit of a most unattainable end

Submitted: April 11, 2012

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I like it. It's.... interesting I suppose. I really do like it though.

Wed, April 11th, 2012 3:44am



Tue, April 10th, 2012 9:09pm


I have daughters, and I have sisters. The amount of pressure to be female and Hollywood is immense. I could not even imagine how rough it is to be female. It is no wonder eating disorders exist. Your poem puts this issue on the fire and allows readers to remember...it is a problem. This is the best way to change an issue. It is important to stop hiding issues and talking about them. All of the females in my life need a voice like yours. Thank YOU!

Wed, April 11th, 2012 10:23am


Wow thanks! I agree, it is something that needs to be talked about instead of hushed up.

Wed, April 11th, 2012 8:34am

Karl King

really love the reference to the mirror as a piece of glass because thats all it is, like this poem alot

Wed, April 11th, 2012 5:00pm


Thank you!

Wed, April 11th, 2012 10:03am


Wow, as a child I have also felt the pressure of that piece of glass. Nice poem, I look foward to reading more of your writing.

Mon, April 16th, 2012 12:47am


Thanks! Glad you liked it.

Sun, April 15th, 2012 6:08pm

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