Image Washed

Image Washed

A Poem by LuceGal
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A poem about realizing that by changing your image only to please those around you, you're loosing part of yourself.

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Image Washed

My eyes are fogged.

My face is plaster.

Piece by piece, I'm put together. 

My lips are swollen.

My lashes; heavy.

A perfect print, declared unready.


My skin is painted.

My brows are stripped.

This is beauty- the key to bliss?

My mind is screaming.

My body quakes.

I am wiser- it's time I wake.


My facade is washed.

My eyeliner drips.

A mirror shows who I dismissed.

My voice is my own.

My image; a blessing

Time to be, and stop pretending.

© 2014 LuceGal


Author's Note

LuceGal
I've mentioned this before, but I've never really learned how to write poems in school or how punctuation works with them and everything. So I pretty much winged this one but it does come from the bottom of my heart and I think it's something that many teens can relate to.

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Added on January 30, 2014
Last Updated on January 30, 2014
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LuceGal
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