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Fat

She is trapped inside her skin
sorrow in the cold.
She only wants to be loved
Feeding on the mold.

Stuffing all that fits inside
Hiding from the world.
It doesn’t hurt, the looks, the stares
All their lips are curled.

She sees so much inside her head
Wanting to be heard
Seeking solace in the food
“Stop at just the third!”

Protection from the cruel, cruel world
Burying alive.
That won’t solve her desperate need
this world she has contrived.

They treat her like a mutant zero
Beating out esteem
Can’t they see a soul just thriving
Wanting to be seen?

Bury those who snarled and snapped
You can’t know her true,
Putting boxes on the shelf
Letting go of few.

If she morphs from the moth
Beauty on the wing
Set her free from the hurt
Listen to her sing.

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  • Gemms
    November 16
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    This is so tru

  • Faerie.Princess gold member
    January 16, 2007

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    this is a beautiful poem. i loved the ending for its rare to get a happy ending but im glad this girl got free. i was never really one for rhyming poems but yours came out so natural i hardly noticed it was a rhyming poem lol. great poem. good luck in the contest and keep writing
    Thankyou For Entering

  • esroddo silver member
    January 15, 2007

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    Amazing write well applauded

    Wow this write is beautifully written. And yet its cries out save me for I am dying with in. So sad. Look deep in to you soul and you will fine beauty within. Inter beauty is much, much more amazing then outer Beauty. I love this write it touched me in a special way. Maybe because I have always been Fat but I feel Beautiful out side and in. In my opinion the tile should be some thing else.(Lisa)
    "Putting boxes on the shelf
    Letting go of few.
    If she morphs from the moth
    Beauty on the wing
    Set her free from the hurt
    Listen to her sing"

    • gypsy912
      January 15, 2007
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      Thank u for taking the time to read this. easy to write, hard for me to read. the title came first and i guess is a shock factor to those who read it.
      I'm sad to say others relate, but happy to say i have them.
      much love