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Fuck Society“You can’t be pretty,
Without being skinny.”

That’s what they say,
So I start dieting,
And starving myself,
To follow their way.

“If you’re skinny,
You have a disorder,
So start eating.”

So that’s what I do,
I start to gain,
But I still wasn’t perfect,
What else can I do?

“If you don’t wear make-up,”
You know you’re ugly.”

I start to wear make-up,
But I don’t feel pretty,
I feel like I’m suffocating,
My mom takes pity.

“If you wear to much make-up,
You’re either a slut or a whore.”

I stop wearing make-up,
They want everyth

I'm fineYou say I don't understand you
and I probably don't

But how can I ever begin to understand
if you never tell me anything?

Are you okay?
I'm fine...

Really?

Are you?

How am I supposed to know
if you always tell me
what you think I want to hear

Tell me how everything is falling apart
how you hate everything
including yourself

including me

Just don't tell me lies

I can't help you
when all you show me
is a wall

I can't help you
unless you help me first

Help me understand
even if I never truly will

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I Am Not

by *Ellen-Souler, Jan 29, 2013, 3:02:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

I am not Ugly; you're just holding the mirror wrong.

I am not Blind; I just love to listen.

I am not Retarded; I just learn differently than you.

I am not ADHD; the world just fascinates me.

I am not Depressed; this is how I smile

I am not Fat; I'm just as big as my heart.

I am not Bisexual; I want to share my love with all.

I am not Cross-eyed; One eye sees beauty in this universe,
the other looks towards my future.

Before you think you may have the answer, on who I'm supposed to be,

No.

I am not Special; I'm just being me.

I Am Notby *Ellen-Souler

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

This isn't really my style of writing, but even horror writers, (such as myself) create sunshine. I hope you enjoy the simple message as we all should apply it to life.

Edit: Thank you for all that decided to add this in your ever expanding collections of literature! I truly hope I have made some joyful, as that is my goal.