The Glass Floor

You know what's awesome?

Feeling the feeling of walking on glass

to keep you in your classes.

To feel like your parents don't look at you as a failure,

when you weigh yourself ands see the number shrink you say

“Awesome”.

Knowing you're killing yourself you can't stop

you wont.

Because you know deep deep down

that you don't want to.

You have to be the best,

the thinnest,

the smartest,

get your work in the art show hardest.

You scream.

No one hears.

You say:

“awesome”.

This poem is about: 
Me

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