Dressing room anxiety

by she   Apr 28, 2008


You lock the door and put the cloths to your mouth,
So they won't hear your muffled cries,
You slip the jeans on as they taunt you warping your mind.
You look in the mirror mocking you,
And when you break down it chuckles in defiance.
You whisper I'm fat, and scream for the mirror to shut the hell up,
Then you notice something,
The voice of the mirror,
It sounds so familiar,
The voice is your mother,
And as you stare into your reflection you realize it's through her eyes you see you flaws,
It's her voice making your eyes tear up with shame,
It's her voice you can't escape!

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  • 15 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    You write this topic really well hunny, a lot of people will be relating to your work on e.d xx

  • 16 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Lol i think a lot of people can realte to that.

    this is good hun but you have very low self esteem, think we should work on that missy!!!

    xxxxxxx

  • 16 years ago

    by Scarlet Angel

    Ur not fat!!!!!! i hate that woman!!!!!! ur beautiful sneakers and not one person (except ur stupid mom) wuld disagree!!!! u dont hav 2 cry.

  • 16 years ago

    by StandStill

    Oh god...oh god oh god oh god..it's so horrible, dressing rooms..no matter what..the mirror is my worst enemy...because i have to see me. hear hwat they said...and this poem made me think all of it..

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