its been a while since the last poem i wrote and i was thinking about writing another so i wrote this one. right now to me it seemsz a little rough around the edges like somethings missing or somethings too much? idk i'm not sure but let me know what you guysz think. if you know how to make the font italic, and add color please let me know =]

She’s the victim,
one of many, in this case.
Carrying her make- up case
everywhere she goes, trying to hide her flaws.
Correct where she thought her parents had wronged…
in making her
Though it’d take a lot to break her
little words like “ugly” would shake her.

Comparing herself to every girl she came across
“Well I’m too skinny I want to be more broad”
Finding something wrong with everything about her
From her hair, to skin surface, to color, to her size
Falling into world’s view of THE PRETTY over THE WISE
She would mistreat and call herself names such as hideous.
To her there was no compromise.
These were her a.k.a.‘s, her “cool” nicknames

She saw it as you were either beautiful or not
Nobody cared even if you put 210 percent in, if you weren’t hot

Something in her would try and convince her
“Why treat yourself like this... so mis-
erable”?
I’m sorry but that’s just how it is,
on this place we call earth if you’re not capable
of having those model features
To them you don’t fit in.
It’s like the lotto, you’re lucky if you win
If you lose you lose, and just profit those who win

So this was the mindset of the victim… the victims
Of their [the] famous predator…insecurity

© 2008

-GhEttO_ ReAliTy