My Poem: Society's Child

 

Society's Child

 

Her beauty was faux,

But her beasts were painfully real...

Her skin was painted

With beautiful, filtered colors.

 

She was society's mess.

Their beloved product.

Society's baby, that they all gawked at

So proudly,

While she took her first steps.

 

Their little baby.

Taking her first steps.

Those first steps that everybody had on camera,

Yet never showed the times that she had fallen before.

 

Maybe they were happy

When their little girl

Kept that measuring tape glued to her waist.

 

Maybe they were happy

When their baby girl

Had slit her wrist to break her habits.

 

She was society's mess.

Their hard-earned treasure.

Society's child, that they now look away from,

So ashamed,

While they realize what they've done.

 

Their little girl.

All grown up.

The girl that no one talks about anymore,

Because she is proof of their mistake.