Looking in the mirror <br />Wishing I could disappear. <br />Everything I see I hate <br />But there is no way of changing fate. <br /> <br />I hate the way I look <br />The best of me they took. <br />People say beauty is skin deep <br />But I look and feel a big, fat heap. <br /> <br />The smile that was once on my face <br />Has disappeared without a trace. <br />There is nothing good to look at <br />I guess I should accept that. <br /> <br />The reflection of a child <br />Whose image is so wild. <br />People stand and stare <br />They can't see underneath and don't really care. <br /> <br />Society has such high expectations <br />For you to meet their 'skinny' regulations. <br />You have to look a certain way <br />To be accepted and allowed to stay. <br /> <br />They don't realise about all the pressure <br />As long as you are made to measure. <br />Everyone more or less looking the same <br />Anything to avoid humiliation and shame. <br /> <br />I don't see what's sexy about a size zero <br />But there's so many youngsters who look at models as their hero. <br />People don't care who I am <br />Or how I feel, they couldn't give a damn. <br /> <br />As long as you look good on the outside <br />No-one takes much notice of what's going on inside. <br />It shouldn't matter what you eat or about your size <br />Eating Disorders are a big problem to which people should be made more wise. <br /> <br />When I look in the mirror there is so much I want to change <br />Maybe my self-image is some what deranged? <br />All I know is that I don't like what I see <br />Wish that I could look like anyone other than me.<br /><br />Hannah Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/expectations-15/
