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One of them

A trail of water on her pale skin

The smallest hint of a raging war

A war almost lost

 

Society’s needles dig into her “imperfections”

Her brown eyes

Her frizzy hair

She loses count of needles

 

Day in

Day out

She slaves away

Cosmetics to hide faults

Clothes to hide individuality

All for the sake of approval

 

Speaking as they do

Acting as they do

Even eating as they do

Just to feel accepted

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“Never measuring up Never being enough.”

 

The need to be part of the elite

To be what they are

Who they are

Be them

 

But it’s never enough

A hollow life continues

Never measuring up

Never being enough

 

Time passes

Society’s needles permanently embedded

The aftermath of a lost war

Always wondering

If  the path less traveled was better