MARCH 25, 2002
ART OF PERFECTION
THERE I AM LOOKING BACK AT MYSELF THROUGH THE PORTAL A MIRROR OF GLASS
A WOMAN YOUNG, BEAUTIFUL RUNNING THROUGH A FIELD OF DAISIES AND GRASS
NO FEARS SHE HAS DONE IT SHE GOT IT DOWN THE ART OF PERFECTION WITHIN
HER HAIR FLOWING IN THE WIND SHE TURNS TO ME I SEE HER FLAWLESS SKIN
SHE REACHES OUT HER HANDS TOWARDS ME AND HER EYES LIGHT UP AS SHE SMIILES
I STAND SHOCKED AND STARE AT THIS IMAGE FOR A LITTLE WHILE
THEN SHE SLOWLY STARTS TO DISSAPTE SHE IS FADING FINALLY SHES IS GONE
AND MY TRUE SELF STARES BACK AND I REALIZE I LOOK THE PERFECT FORM OF WRONG
I WATCH IN HORROR AS A SINGLE TEAR BEGINS TO FALL FROM MY NOW DARKENED EYES
NOWHERE TO GO I AM STARING BACK THROUGH THE SAME PORTAL, NOW IT CANNOT LIE
WHAT IS LEFT OF ME I AM STUNNED BY THE IMAGE THE DETAILED PAIN IN MY FACE
WHAT USED TO BE HAPPINESS OF A WOMAN NOW A SKELTON OF SKIN HAS TAKEN THE PLACE
WRITTEN BY:
JENNIFER PAYNE
HOBSON
copyright march 2002
Reason for writing:
My perception on myself of my eating disorder.. And the way it manifests itself into me..
Birth sign: Taurus
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