Shattered Dream

glimpses throw to the mirror, a simple pout in place
glances at the magazines: kate hudson, jewel, beauty queens
eye shadow on the skin, wiping stray powder off the sink
lipstic smooth and hard, blot twice and smile all you can
cut the chicken into pieces, throw half of them away
if you want to be a queen then you have to look the part

tears will fall and dot you thirty dollar shirt and jeans
grades will slip like cars on ice in the dead of winter
boys will gape with open mouths as the flies fly in and out
you will be the Goddess of Boys until you realize you can stop
then you bones stick out like the bones of a chicken
they flee because you scare them and too thin is just too thin

your numbers slip like your grades, but you are not sad
110, 93, 92, 86. so what if the A's are D's
you have what you want and you want what you need
your parents worry your friends are all sad
you climb up you stairs as the escalator moves down
for every step you take is two steps the other way

so you still don't eat and you throw up the yogurt that is lunch
they still don't speak so you still purge as the clock counts down
society takes hold of innocent girls with simple dreams
and turns them into battered souls with broken angel wings
then they bury her in the dirt, six feet down
and glance around the graveyard to make another shattered dream