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Array ( [sid] => 85799 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Girl With No Recognition [time] => 2005-02-26 11:34:06 [hometext] => just something, not about me, but comments appreciated [bodytext] => She sits alone with her lunch tray
Coke, chips and a sandwich
She quietly chews; with tears down her face
She has come to complete desperation

The Fat Girl
Hippo, Pork Chops
Names they like to call her
She only wants one frined
Someone to understand
So she turns again to those Oreos and MnM's

All she can do is swallow away her pain
Until one day,she realizes there's another way
So she purges....her life and emotions being thrown down the toilet

It wasn't easy at first
Tears streaked her cheeks
But after months of practice
It becomes instincitve

Weeks turn into months, months into a year
And now...
Toothpick, Stick
Skeleton
Names they call her
She's always been invisible to feelings

She'll never be perfect enough
She'll never feel loved
She can't see her beauty
or realize perfect doesn't exist

Hopefully, before it is too late
She'll realize perfect isn't beauty
Thin isn't pretty
Fat isn't ugly
It's the soul which makes one shine

May 15th.... gun shot to the head
I wish she would have known I loved her
I needed her
That her pain shouldn't have continuously bled........
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Girl With No Recognition

Contributed by Alina on Saturday, 26th February 2005 @ 11:34:06 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

She sits alone with her lunch tray
Coke, chips and a sandwich
She quietly chews; with tears down her face
She has come to complete desperation

The Fat Girl
Hippo, Pork Chops
Names they like to call her
She only wants one frined
Someone to understand
So she turns again to those Oreos and MnM's

All she can do is swallow away her pain
Until one day,she realizes there's another way
So she purges....her life and emotions being thrown down the toilet

It wasn't easy at first
Tears streaked her cheeks
But after months of practice
It becomes instincitve

Weeks turn into months, months into a year
And now...
Toothpick, Stick
Skeleton
Names they call her
She's always been invisible to feelings

She'll never be perfect enough
She'll never feel loved
She can't see her beauty
or realize perfect doesn't exist

Hopefully, before it is too late
She'll realize perfect isn't beauty
Thin isn't pretty
Fat isn't ugly
It's the soul which makes one shine

May 15th.... gun shot to the head
I wish she would have known I loved her
I needed her
That her pain shouldn't have continuously bled........

Copyright © Alina ... [ 2005-02-26 11:34:06]
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Re: Girl With No Recognition (User Rating: 1 )
by xtremcalibur on Saturday, 26th February 2005 @ 11:54:46 AM AEST
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I gave your poem a 5-star rating because of its content. It is a powerful poem. I had to keep coming back to it because it made you think. It is true and therefore, I can relate to your poem. Thank you for composing it. Although it needed fine tuning, I still found it to be gut wrenching.

Re: Girl With No Recognition (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Saturday, 26th February 2005 @ 01:50:16 PM AEST
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that was one of the best endings ive seen in a while. i agree with the previous comment. this was very nicely done. never stop writing, alina.

Re: Girl With No Recognition (User Rating: 1 )
by Sk8ergrl_911 on Saturday, 26th February 2005 @ 03:42:26 PM AEST
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Very well written,
These days some girls will do anything to be accepted including to starve themselves. When they don't know what to do that's what they turn to, suicide. Thank you, awesome write, and very true!

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