Skin and bones is what
Everyone’s sees But the
reflections show something
Else in the eyes of me, I
see fat and I see too much
skin I see what I never
wanted to be, looking in the
mirror I know what I am I
know how ugly I truly am
for I believe no one could
ever love some one who
looks as bad as me, I know
that’s people look and I
know they stare and know
they talk saying look at
that girl over there, and
forcing my self to starve
my self I know I can do
it day after day for this
is the piece to be beautiful
and I this price I want to
pay for I want to be pretty,
for everyone who looks at
me I want to be happy
when I look at me
~Ashleigh~
Ok now don’t go getting worried only part of this poem is true no I don’t starve my self and I am much more the skin and bones, but me having problems about how I look and being pretty is true, and that I am working on to with a good friends help:: the one I love:: who else, anyway I know some people do have this problem and I it hurt to know that
And if any wants to talk I be here.. and if you all comment I be sure to do the same
