a tiny tiera graces her head
manicured fingers and congradulations said
the flawless smile
the angelic face
the perfectly tanned body
no competition found to date
society fed her
their stereotypical ideas
of how to look
dress,
and how to feel
every day she looks in the mirror and
flaws she finds
and must make perfect in time
"eat less and you'll be fine"
outwardly she appears to be the queen
inside she's still
just an empty me
the scale becomes
a daily obsession
she must be perfect there is no question
her friends and family
they do not see
the battle within
the deconstrucion of the queen
she hungers
yet she does not nourish
lies and excuses
spawn and flourish
"please make me what he wants me to be"
"i feel so fat"
"just let me be"
her body grows weak
and is dying a little
the rat race ends
in the hospital
they teach her to see
through the lying mirrors
to walk away from obsessions
and her psychological fears
many years pass
and she's different somehow
no expectations
and now...
no crown
the scales disappear
and all the full length mirrors
she heals they think
but the fear is still near
"will someone love me?"
"have i let myself go?"
"how can i be perfect, if I have no control?"
one day comes along
a new love with a limit
the worries begin
and her whole heart is in it
the need to be flawless
she sees once again
"i'll eat less"
"i'll lose a few pounds"
"he's not gonna love me...
if i get round"
outwardly people think she's on top
yet inside
she's torn
will she ever stop?
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