Ill-mannered

I cut up my cheeks
because you wanted me to
smile
I feel so happy, high!
Am I pretty now?

I took off my clothes
because you like me
free-and-easy
Am I eased now?
Say I'm pretty!

I tore off my hair
for you
Say, do you keep it
by your heart?
Or did you make
a little doll from it?
With the shreds of my clothes
and the blood from my face
My hair in wisps
upon your bathroom
floor

I gave myself a new name
because you didn't like the
other
And I cut the threads to my
older friends
You were always so full
of jealousy
and alcohol

I cut off my arms,
you know
You said you'd catch me when I
fall
Sat on your step, I wait
for a shining ray of hope
for my life
to begin

I took off my clothes
stained from my cut-up
cheeks
Tore off my hair
dyed black for your
sexual liking
But when we come
right down to it
you give less than a pig's
digested sustenance
for all the things I did
for you.



Poetry by TomitaRiddle
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Written on 2011-05-08 at 21:39

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