Read Poetry: Corpse Girl, by Dan Weatherer

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

Won’t you look at me?

Pleasing to the eye,

Cute as can be.

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

With aspirations of fame.

Well versed in the rules,

Of the modelling game.

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

Model picture of health.

Presented to your daughter,

As the ideal self.

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

You all should be like me.

I’m thin, therefore beautiful,

Successful and free.

Of self-doubt and loathing,

Only I’m not.

I’m fragile, I’m barren,

I’m riddled with rot.

I’m dying inside,

Conflicted, confused.

I feel like a product,

Created, abused.

I’m the pretty little corpse girl,

A creature of desire.

Or so you tell me,

I call you a liar.

Only I would if I dared,

Or if myself I knew.

Your voices are many,

And we are the few.

Genre – Dark, Mental Health, Peer Pressure, Teen Life

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