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if i die young

Alison G., Redondo Beach, CA By DeadBitchWalking, Redondo Beach, CA

i tear away at Ivory flesh,
sticky Red is embedding itself in my nails
i'm not good enough for Them,
i'll never be good enough
and it's killing me inside,
my insides twist and curl,
bile rises in my throat at the pain,
They expect too much
and i put on too good a show.

i don't expect Them to see the side effects of Perfect,
i don't expect Them to care if they do,
my job is to be a pretty face,
with a pretty brain
that can say pretty things
and that's all They give a damn about.

Red
Red
Red,

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3 comment(s)
LucyD.
Oh, and I forgot to mention how much I love the way you change what are proper nouns to show how much certain things matter and scale yourself the way They see you (which horrible because it's your life and you the most amazing person I know, A). It's ingenious.
Mar. 08, 2014 at 7:34 PM • Report
LucyD.
Can I just say that you are amazing? Or, well, fabulous as you'd prefer? Everything about this poem, everything about the writing style, it is all just . . . Fantasmic.
Mar. 08, 2014 at 7:32 PM • Report
Kisses-A
Brilliant poem. The structure isn't your best but the wording and the way what is sometimes passive anger is portrayed is brilliant. I. Love. This.
Mar. 08, 2014 at 7:29 PM • Report
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