Paper Dolls Do Breathe

by Sarah   Dec 8, 2004


My heart hurts.
I can't decide if it's an ache
or a sharp, stabbing pain.
I think it's both.

She's beautiful and skinny
she has everything that I want.
And she doesn't know it.

At the same time
I have to be fair and admit
that I have a lot of stuff that she doesn't.

Her stuff is all physical:
Tangible.
Mine is all inside.

I hate being a teenager.
I hate all the drama
and I hate all the angst
that every teenager apparently
HAS to feel or else
the hormonal experience
simply isn't complete.

Pfft.

I suppose I don't have the confidence that she has.
Maybe that's what it is.
I will never tell someone that I love them.
I will simply smile at them
on a rainy day.
Or make them laugh
when the lights have been flicked off on their life.

I dunno.
I'm tired.
Please... I'm so tired.
just let me sleep...

"But my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles
Wanna hold him but maybe I'll just sing about it...
Cause you can't jump the track
We're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind button boys so cradle your head in your hands
And breathe, just breathe, whoa breath just breathe...
There's a light at the end of this tunnel you shout cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out..." Anna Nalick, 'Breathe (2am)'

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  • 20 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    This is a great poem, both in the core that is entirely your own, and with the inclusion of Anna Nalick's poem. And, I think, regardless of anyone's gender, most people can definitely relate to what you're saying. There's always that person who you hate and admire, all at once, who is able to say what you haven't been able to verbalize, or who simply has the guts, the sheer steel viscera to state what others will never be comfortable in saying.

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