Your body is lying at best
Hoping to make the world believe that you are real
Living in a world that’s wrapped up in your perfect hair
Dripping off of your protruding bones
How did we go from modesty to obsessive thinness?
Is perfection worth the binge and purge of lies?
Staining your colorless skin by running blades down your legs,
Does cutting feel better than to live with your imperfections on display?
I think your blue eyes are fake.
Am I up to date on the next self-mutilation trend?
Plucked
Pruned
And rehearsed
I’m talking to you
Even though my words fall off your back,
Reach behind you
Put them together
The pieces fit perfectly.
Do you realize the stupidity of it all? I do.
And yet I’m stuck,
A marionette doll…
Just like you.
Do your protruding bones differ from mine?
Are you starving to fit in or stand out?
I can see through your painted white skin...
I can see the scars and bruises from before.
Your baggy clothes reveal it all.
You don't have to hide; I know how you love to be fake,
Plagued by a "social disease"
If all else fails blame it on me,
It couldn't possibly be your fault.
Maybe you just want to hear that someone cares,
Even if it’s a lie.
Or maybe I’m a freak for seeing who you really are.
One by one
They fall in line
Like little soldiers
Off to fight the battle of their lives,
Against everyone in their lives
With only their pride and defiance to comfort them
They step forward
Ready to be captured by the enemy
They fall to their knees and plead
“Save me from being inside my headâ€
Like little demons
They cut away
Letting their defeated blood run free
Their puffy skin, once tan and smooth
Now jagged and scarred,
Throbs with happiness.
The difference between my blood and yours:
Mine saves me from myself
Yours saved you from being conquered.
