Why Wouldn't They?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just a emotional poem about low-self esteem.

Submitted: June 25, 2008

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She plays dress-up, pretending she’s something she’s not

Maybe beautiful

She stands tall in front of the mirror but cries once she sees that, again, it’s her who stares back at her.

Everyday she has to see this face; this vile, unlikable thing that others seem content on forgetting.

And why wouldn’t they?

Her face is nothing worth remembering

If anything she hopes it isn’t

That they forget the moment they walk away

She wears her clothes as though they fit her, but really they cling, gasping to her humongous "curves" as though helplessly, breathlessly trying to escape

See they’d prefer not to be worn by her

They want to be catwalk, supermodels, worn by those who are remembered.

And why wouldn’t they?

Who wouldn’t want to be put upon a pedestal and shown off as though perfect


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