Do Not Touch
Do Not Touch
She is a fragile girl though her looks may deceive you.
Her bones are made of glass,
Her skin is pale and frail.
Do Not Touch
Just admire her pearly white smile from a distance.
Notice how their reflection blinds you so that you can’t see her pain.
Do Not Touch
Her eyes shimmer because of the spotlights pointed her way.
She has become a puppet in her own one woman show.
Men, family, friends tugging at her strings
If they pull too hard she will eventually break.
Do Not Touch
They say her life is a masquerade.
Her medicine cabinet lined with her faces for the day.
Do Not Touch
She is heavily medicated with pills being pushed down her throat.
She will feel like a zombie for hours while popping pills like tic tacs.
One for the depression,
Another for the headaches the last one causes,
Another one the suicidal thought that one causes,
And the list goes on and on.
Do Not Touch
She is a victim of the pharmaceutical industry.
Chemicals cannot change her thoughts,
Therapy cannot change her ideals.
Do Not Touch
She is already broken
And is sheltered in a museum of demise.
In a bubble of sadness
One pop and her demons will escape.
Do Not Touch.
Copyright © Emily Diaz | Year Posted 2017
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