Am I Good Enough?

“Medusa”

With eyes so cold, she'll turn you to stone.
So you can't look into her soul.

With snakes upon her head,
and a woman’s body.

Who ever said that she didn't want love?
Maybe it was out of fear for losing love,
that she turned this person to stone.
So forever they'd be in her grasps.

What a lonely life she must lead.
No one to talk to,
mistaken for a beast.

She hides behind a painful mask,
sounds a lot like me.

Maybe we're the mask,
and if we uncover it she'll be set free.

Let's free ourselves from this bond,
and stop turning ourselves to stone.

 

“Look in the Mirror”

Look in the mirror,
tell me what you see.
Do you see what I see staring back at me?
My ugly body,
and my ugly face is all that I see.
My eyes red,
from crying.
and my body aches,
from trying to forget my pain.
My arms,
scarred from cutting,
but what will happen when these cuts heal?
I'll have my lovely coctail of medicines my dear.
They do nothing for the pain I feel,
but hell atleast its something to help save me from this beast I call myself.
What do you see?
A little child,
scared and lonely?
Far from innocent,
but totally blind and naive.
Would you take this lovely knife and kill me?
I'm already dead to the world,
already dead to you.
And you're all that matters to me..

 

these are amazing

 

Some of these are really sad.

 

yea well i used to be a sad little girl..:-/

 

Are you happier now?

 

that's up for interpretation..i'm alright..or atleast i will be

 

Self-esteme is key. If you can get that up, everything else will follow.

 

easier said than done..but i'm working on it..

 

Black outlines her eyes,
as she stares in the mirror.
Red fills her lips,
like a vampire's kiss.
and she knows that her souls turned to dust.
Noone can save her,
noone can help her.
She's a lost cause.
she slips on black heels,
dancing shoes, she sold her soul for them you know.
And a little dress.
She's a harlot, a lady of the night.
Mistress of the dark,
oh hear my cries.
And she dances in the dark,
with a look in her eyes.
One that can't be explained,
but it paralyzes all who looks deep within.
And she knows she's sucked you in.
and before you know it,
she's trampled on your heart.
And stole everything you are..

 

So you know the tango eh? What other dances do you know?

 

haahah what makes u think I know the tango? lmao..i don't remember any of them mentioning the tango..i know a few dances..just have to be messed up enough to dance them..hahahah..unless i'm fooling around..

 

i really like the "c0nfined" 0ne alot... s0rt of hitz close t0 home 4 my.... they are all really go0d th0..

 

Hi I like your writings thy are grate.Iam glad you have found A way to express your self.keep it up.mabie you will be able to stay sain lol.

 

thank you orrin..that is what my poems are about..sanity-saving..i write to get out what i'm feeling so I don't go crazy.

 

"Misshapen"

Dear God,
Why did you make me this way?
With thick hips, and a small frame?
They keep telling me I'll blossom, but how can I blossom when I have no place to grow?
Is this some kind of sick joke.
Do you find it funny to see all the kids laugh at me?
And how I secretly binge, purge, and starve myself when noone else is around. I can't help but feel like I've sinned again.
I'm misshapen, no place to go, no where to grow.

And then I sprouted more hips,
it never ends does it?
The pain, the torment, the feelings of not being good enough.
I don't deserve this love they tell me about. They keep telling me that it'll take time.
But time's slippin' slowly and pretty soon I find comfort in my own secrets.
I'm misshapen, no place to go, no where to grow.


"How can you be sick?" my parents asked. As I looked from the hospital bed, tears streaming down my eyes. "How can I not be sick?" I ask them with bitterness in my voice. "But we see you eat." "But I don't eat enough and somedays I don't eat at all." I'm shaking, and shivering and thinking "Dear God, please kill me now." my parents ask me "Why?" "Because," I say, "I'm fat, and ugly, and I hate my body." I bare my flesh and show my scars. "Oh my god, when did you do those?" where the replies. "I can't remember, I just know that they happened because I'm sad, and feel worthless like I'm not even loved." "But we love you." "You never show it." And I was taken away.

All better now,
can't you see? I feel better and I'm eating regularly.
But still whenever I look in the mirror, I still feel misshapened somehow.
Like I was played some type of cruel joke on..thick thighs, thick hips, small chest. It never seems to end...

 

your writing is really good. keep it up. i love reading your poetry.

 

I really like this one.
You are on a roll.

 

Wow, so many youg ladies are aflicted this way.
Would I be intruding if I asked if this was inspired by personal experience?
I don't mean to pry, but I really felt the pain in this one.

 

thanks. yeah Alice was my try at something different.