Thin by Huian La (howl and other poems txt) ๐
- Author: Huian La
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Dying to be thin,
Needing to be perfect
Eyes that lie
A body too weak
You stand still before the mirror
Seeing one thing
Seeing what was never there
Pinch the fat, that nonexistent skin
Suck in your stomach
To make yourself feel thin
Thin, Thinner, Thinnest as can be
Fat, fatty, fattiest
Will never do
Force your body to work its hardest
To shed away the fat only you can see
Pushes up and sits ups
Over and over till you collapse
Only to get up again
To start again
Weak hearted girl
Your shriveled lungs will surely fail
If you keep throwing your food away
And playing with your life
Thin, thinner, thinnest is the best
For girls such as you
Dying to be thin
Reaching for that goal
Of a size 0
And fading completely away
Gross
"She looks so gross,"
Those words are cutting
Whispered and true
And killing me softly
I hold my head down
Not wanting to see their eyes
I knew what they would say
I knew they would laugh
"Why did they let her out the house?"
They asked, and I wanted to answer
My mother doesn't like me
My father is never around
I don't like being in a house
Where there's food to taunt me
My stomach clenches tightly
And I want to get sick.
I suck in my stomach
I suck in the fat
Inside I knew I was just as gross
Neither pink and shiny
But black and white
I feel so dirty
I just want to hide
But I keep on walking
Even when inside I died
"She looks so thin..."
That was a lie
"She looks so sick..."
That's because I pucked this morning
"She isn't normal...."
I know
The bathroom is closer now
A few more steps and I can let loose the guilt
I'd ate this morning,
a piece of toast
My body said yes
My mind screamed no
Their words are still there, following me as I go
Kara the fat girl
Kara the weird
Gross
Gross
Gross Kara
I want to cover my ears
I just want to die
I step into the bathroom and go for the stall
The toilet is my savior
My fingers my redemption
Down they go
Index first
Middle next
They poke and prob, and push deeper within
My stomach coils, tightens and burns
It's ready to blow
I'm almost free
The acid ripes at my throat as it moves up up and falls from my mouth
I heave and puck
until there's nothing left
I almost feel better
So I do it again
Again
Again
Again and again
until there's nothing for my body to consume
until I feel ready to fly
I almost feel like crying
I've done good today
I've made myself less gross
I wish I was Pretty
I wish I was pretty
Like the girls from my homeroom
I want their confidence
I want their thinness
Sigh Sigh
What jealously I feel
Whenever I look
At their long thin legs
I pinch my own thigh and whimper in distress
That fat there is meaty
Why couldn't I be thin?
I wish I was pretty,
like the girls in my homeroom
with their long limbs and tiny waist
They get all the guys
I pull at my stomach
I suck in the fat
The boys in class don't even know I exist
They only see a desk and chair
They'll never see me
I wish I was pretty
Maybe then I could finally stop feeling so worthless
Mirror Mirror
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the fattest of them all?
She's standing so still
A chunky big doll
With sunken in cheeks
And pitiful eyes
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why do you think, fats girl cry?
They pinch they pull they try so hard
To make themselves thin
To get rid of the fat
Exercise exercise until you break down
Till your bones turn to dust
Till your lungs give out
Stand up straighter and start anew
Keep on working till there's nothing left
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why did God make me like this?
Can you tell me at least...
Tick Tock
I don't want to go back to class
I don't want to see those people
They judged
They pointed
They laughed like I wasn't there
The bathroom is a comforting place
It's a safe place
I could live here
Inside the stall
Just me, my savior, and my redemption
But they would come looking for me soon
They always did
I look at the mirror and almost cry again
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why was I made to look like this?
I wanted to ask, but my throat hurts
It's torn apart and scratchy from all the acid
I stare at the fat girl
At stare at myself
Disgusted with how I looked
I give her a smile
Flip her off and leave before she could devour me
Fear is crawling through my skin
Whispering vicious words
Telling me what I already knew
I try to block it
To pretend it doesn't hurt
But it does, it hurts and I want to disappear
Mr. Math Teacher is teach teach teaching like nothing is wrong
He didn't see them pointing when I walked in
Didn't hear them laughing like I did
I shrink closer to the floor
Wishing it would just open up and swallow me whole
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
The clock is killing me
Once, twice, and three times I looked at it
Ten minutes and I go home
I rub my stomach,
feeling the fat,
and hearing it growl
Hungry
I was always so hungry
And I never knew why
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tic....
Please Mr. Time why don't you stop already?
Stop and give me a minute to swallow the pain
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
People are leaving now
Is it already time to go?
I didn't realize
I look at the clock
My stomach tightens
Time to go home
Home Sweet Home
Aha, how good it is to be home
To step through the door
And feel that first blow
My jaw aches, it feels almost broken
I turn to face her, eyes wide in terror
She looks so angry
So bitter with life
With me
The blow comes again
It throws me to the floor
Blood splatters in my mouth
The pain comes next
I don't try to get up
Maybe
Maybe if I play dead she'll go away
She heaves an angry growl and reaches out
I flinch away
Oops my mistakes
I shouldn't have done that
Mummy what did I do
to make you so bitter
to hit me repeatedly
to tear me apart?
Is it because I'm not like you
Thin and beautiful
Is it because Daddy is never home
The third blow is the charm
She's breathing hard
Crying like she'd taken the beating instead
"How could you," she says in a tiny voice
"How could you leave me for her David?"
Aha, so she thought I was Daddy
I should have guessed
She was drunk
So I couldn't blame her
I don't move, don't breath
My face hurts,
The blood won't stop
My lungs are on fire
I wish she'd just go away
I wish she'd stop staring at me with those eyes
Cover Scheme
The pain is still there
A ghostly reminder on my face
It sings and burns
It makes me cry
I test my jaw
Test it and test it
To make sure she didn't break it
The girl in the mirror looks so pitiful
Her fat cheeks pink and shiny
Dusted with blue, black, and purple bruises
I almost feel bad for her
She looks too sad
If only she was thinner
Then I would cry for her
I watch as her hands take out the tools
Her cover up scheme is about to begin
Concealer and powder
To make it look real
To make the bruises go away
To make everything look okay
I almost feel bad for her
She's crying real hard
She's really in pain
But
She's too fat to care about
Dinner
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