The Seven Sins: III. Envy
In the media I see
thin celebrities
with size minus three.
My soul's filled with envy.
Reflections of me
give me uncertainty
about my own body.
It brings me misery.
The perils of puberty
are there constantly
to make me crazy.
I'm losing my sanity!
It's unnecessary,
but extraordinary.
For my anniversary
I want a lobotomy.
Artificial lunacy,
thanks to your jealousy.
Don't have plastic surgery.
We already have 20 Britney's!
thin celebrities
with size minus three.
My soul's filled with envy.
Reflections of me
give me uncertainty
about my own body.
It brings me misery.
The perils of puberty
are there constantly
to make me crazy.
I'm losing my sanity!
It's unnecessary,
but extraordinary.
For my anniversary
I want a lobotomy.
Artificial lunacy,
thanks to your jealousy.
Don't have plastic surgery.
We already have 20 Britney's!
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Alatariel: | Dinsdag, september 25, 2007 10:24 |
| vette smile :D |
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| Augustijntje: | Dinsdag, september 18, 2007 15:08 |
| nicely written x! |
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| girl with a little smile: | Maandag, september 17, 2007 21:09 |
| super geschreven | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 17 september 2007 | ||
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