Sunday, October 26, 2008
School
I went for plastic surgery,
Today and everyday.
Of course it would make me beautiful,
Or so they all said.
They injected the anesthesia,
squeezed out my cheerfulness,
extracted my optimism,
shaped my smiles,
took away my laughter,
and replaced it with sorrow.
It is a painful process,
And so they all said.
Am I beautiful now?
When I look in the mirror,
there is no trace of who I used to be.
The old image haunts me.Labels: people get their heart's desire, then they learn to live with it.
loved on 10:28 PM
