April 17, 2008
By Jocelyn Tannenbaum, Congers, NY

Trapped inside an image she can no longer portray,
Life gets hard to manage.
She’s not strong enough to handle the pain of everyday.
Looking in a mirror
Reflections of imperfections staring back at her.
To the outside world, she’s perfection
Look inside and see she’s delicate.
A hard day, she takes it the wrong way.
She binges till its over and than makes it all go away
And than suddenly it is all over.
It is not hidden, it is not denied.
But for some reason, we all just let is go by.

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