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Array ( [sid] => 90955 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Beautiful [time] => 2005-04-14 16:36:24 [hometext] => How others view me and how I view myself... [bodytext] => People tell me I'm beatiful,
I'm such a gorgeous sight.
When you've heard this all your life,
You grow up thinking that they're right.

Among the years I've blossomed,
With deep and mysterious brown eyes.
Radiantly and glowing skin,
All around me people sigh.

Such physique,
Such an exotic look.
You can't learn to be this "beautiful,"
There's no instructions in a book.

A curvy and vuluptious figure,
Along with a tiny frame.
All my life I've been told,
A fallen angel I've been named.

The world has called me beautiful,
Outside and also within.
But then why do I feel this way,
Why do I scar up my skin?

I don't believe their lies,
And I don't believe it's true.
I look into the mirror and I'm not beautiful,
I just can't see what they do.

If beauty was a contest,
I'd have everyone's vote.
But I seem to disagree,
With my finger down my throat.

Im a 110 pounds of ugliness,
But still I want to weigh less.
Maybe without this fat,
I could be my best.

I look into these magazines,
Skin and bones is all I see.
I want to be that beautiful,
I wish that could be me.

I can hear my stomach growling,
As I'm starving myself inside.
With all the chaos I'm still told I'm beautiful,
But I know it's all a lie.
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Beautiful

Contributed by Pats4eva7 on Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 04:36:24 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

People tell me I'm beatiful,
I'm such a gorgeous sight.
When you've heard this all your life,
You grow up thinking that they're right.

Among the years I've blossomed,
With deep and mysterious brown eyes.
Radiantly and glowing skin,
All around me people sigh.

Such physique,
Such an exotic look.
You can't learn to be this "beautiful,"
There's no instructions in a book.

A curvy and vuluptious figure,
Along with a tiny frame.
All my life I've been told,
A fallen angel I've been named.

The world has called me beautiful,
Outside and also within.
But then why do I feel this way,
Why do I scar up my skin?

I don't believe their lies,
And I don't believe it's true.
I look into the mirror and I'm not beautiful,
I just can't see what they do.

If beauty was a contest,
I'd have everyone's vote.
But I seem to disagree,
With my finger down my throat.

Im a 110 pounds of ugliness,
But still I want to weigh less.
Maybe without this fat,
I could be my best.

I look into these magazines,
Skin and bones is all I see.
I want to be that beautiful,
I wish that could be me.

I can hear my stomach growling,
As I'm starving myself inside.
With all the chaos I'm still told I'm beautiful,
But I know it's all a lie.

Copyright © Pats4eva7 ... [ 2005-04-14 16:36:24]
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Re: Beautiful (User Rating: 1 )
by 01_zanzebar on Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 04:44:57 PM AEST
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thats quiet frankly the most true poem ive read in months, i know a few that are exactly the same, well written and etc, big handshake hun

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Re: Beautiful (User Rating: 1 )
by xxbreathlessx on Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 04:52:30 PM AEST
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i would call this type of behavior stubborn, but your writing flows along onderfully and leads us into a glimpse of your life. by the way you describe some things it sounds like you would be concided and your not, which is the irony of the whole thing.

If beauty was a contest,
I'd have everyone's vote.
But I seem to disagree,
With my finger down my throat

i like this stanza becuase, one i could somewhta relate, and two- it brings your feelings out from others thought, its the turning point of the poem kind of surprising and i think it was a good idea to kind of drop that bomb in the middle of it, great job. you may not want my opinion, but im going to give it to you anyway- even if you do become skin and bones you'll still feel the way you do becuase its a matter of chaning your heart, the way you love and feel about yourself and i enourage you to try and go down a different road and learn to love and respect your body, i can relate too w/ the whole cutting thing, and let me tell you after you've cut too many times- u know that feeling that you get aftrwards of absolute worthlessness? well it becomes tiring and i got sick of it, ihope you do too. keep on writing and i hope you find happiness and acceptance in yourself. and by the way when you throw up every meal - the weight comes back..trust me.

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