These jeans are tight on my hips <br />I know they’re tight for a reason. <br />So I try to lose some weight? <br />Get as thin as I can get.. <br />But I can’t stop until the edges meet. <br />I get lost in a race against beauty. <br />Tipping the scale until I go crazy. <br />I’ve been selling myself to anyone.. <br />Anyone who’ll listen. <br />But I go on, losing them in the crowd.. <br />Mumbling on but somehow not saying anything. <br />Colors slowly blur and blink before my eyes <br />I’m steadily losing my balance, <br />But I can’t be blamed, right? <br />I mean I’m not doing anything wrong. <br />This is when I turn to you and whisper, <br />“Am I fooling anyone? ” <br />And the sad thing is, I know I am. <br />Because even you don’t know. <br />Even you can’t reply to this, <br />Stone faced and bitter, <br />Because somehow you’re just a ghost. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />To ANA<br /><br />Jessy Liz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghost-of-me/
