|None of them knew.
||[Aug. 29th, 2011|09:59 pm]
The loose ends twisted here and there may very well consist
of the inability to conclude, clamped in life's fist.
Reminding the twister that the problem exists
it cannot be ignored, it's bound to your wrists.
Wherever you run, there it follows--it persists.
Don't misjudge this predator, she makes lists...
noting and reminding what goes out and in
screaming the goals through that thick skin;
trying to penetrate the conscious from within,
planting the message that the best is thin.
Who cares if it's considered a deadly sin?
As long as you don't end up in the loony bin,
they won't flatten you with the BIG rolling pin.
There is no option, you must reach that mini...
the kind of extra small that makes you skinny.
Or else your life will have been for no-thing
no man will put on your hand a shiny ring.
Who are you kidding?
Your life is forbidding.
There is no bidding.
Better stop skidding.
How can anyone let go of this one true friend?
No way to escape, like a scar, she can append
not only to you but to the others in your life too...
The winner is the one who never gets caught,
the one who doesn't become overwrought.
Can't lose control, or show them the soft spot
even if you're stranded in some parking lot,
there is still power inside, never distraught.
Let it come out and soon you will see
there is more to life than what could be
and when you stop to smell the pine tree
the balance will resonate, we guarantee.
So don't stay down, little lost one.
Laying down dead is overdone.
We know you weigh a metric ton,
but get up, and no! No sticky bun...
for you've got to go and outrun
the insults from all that poked fun...
None of them knew the pain had begun.