Life of a Teen Girl

Beauty is fleeting, and charm is deceptive.

she clutched the rotting tissue

and held back the sobs

as she fell down

again.

there was no one left for her

to impress with the one

exception of 

herself.

clawing and scratching at

what surrounded her

soul was all

she knew.

she had forgotten happiness

as she had forgotten

peace and 

love.

there she stayed with her head

swimming in the gaping

hole of trash she

expelled.

her stomach contracting with

each individual sob

as tears gushed

out.

the world never had cared

yet she thought it had

and she payed the

price.

growing smaller and smaller

with each passing week

until she could shrink

no more.

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think this poem is about. I tried really hard to convey a certain topic, but I'm not certain I was successful.