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Impossible Society, Impossible Me

You tell me to be shorter
But then you mock me for my height
You tell me to be darker
Because I shouldn't be "too white"

My nose needs to be straighter
And I've got tangles in my hair
My eyes need to be brighter
And my glasses shouldn't glare

My stomach must be thinner
And my thighs should never touch
And I'd be better, You assure
If I just had a smaller butt

The more I try to please You
The less I please myself
 But I keep trying til I'm black and blue
'Cause You taught "beauty" over health

Yeah, and it's crazy when I wonder
Just who I'm talking to
 Because I never can discover
Am I still me, or you?

Is this my thought or is it yours?
I don't know anymore
One voice whispers "ugly beast"
Another, "pretty girl"

The voices pull me one way now
But then yank me all around
My head is always spinning
I scream but there's no sound

It's crazy maddening to me
There's something wrong inside my brain
I'm frothing, raging, ravaging
I'm not fine - I've gone insane!

Impossible society?
Or is it really me?
Naw, I don't think it's you no more . . .
I think it's only me.


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I don't write well but I feel plenty.


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