Here I am
Raising my tiny hand...
A smile that was once there has faded.
She's all alone...
A sacred forest deep in wonder
Small streams trickle down silently...
**I'm Not Bulimic...But I want to show I'm not as...
I watch the girl in the mirror...
**this one isn't really good but oh well**
a never ending pain...
I empty another box...
clothes from a different fad...
It's so tough to meet your expectations.
You put too much pressure on me...
*This poem sucks... at least I think so*
Loneliness has the power to bring me down...
I see you standing there,
stading there in the dark...
A fallen angel
with a broken halo...
The pain aches.
I get into the water...
Whenever I look in the mirror,
I see this person staring back at me...