What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Do you wish you were thinner?
Skipping dinner?
Going under the knife
Just to feel better when you wear your favourite sweater
Pretty little girls
With dark ideas of what it's like to be pretty
We don't want pity
We just want to live like the girls in the big city
Now she's broken
She can't shape her face anymore
She hates herself more than she did before
Little girls
With big hearts
Going under the knife
Just to be torn apart.
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Author's Notes: To keep you on your feet, and cos I'm not feeling well (yep, I'm repeating that lol!) I am doing some preamble rather than postamble. I do not apologise for the clickbaity type title and subtitle. This is another Abecedarian that's been lying around digitally in my WIP/down the back of the digital sofa for way too long. So out into the world it goes.
By Paul Stewartabout 9 hours ago in Poets
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