My Disordered Friend

February 21, 2012
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You strangle me
And interlock tight
Hands around my
Shrinking waist.
You convince me
I am ugly
I become deceived
And stumble into
Your constricting plot
Leaving me with a sense
Of hallowed emptiness
And my body etched
With stinging acid
You paint my world
Dark blue
And keep me submerged
As I crave a rainbow
Color, something different
Almost happy
You have tied my
Hands and gagged me
With superficiality
You have convinced
Me; I need you
In order to be
But when will my
Perfection come?
You whisper,
"You're almost there"
Again and again.

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