Battle Of The Binge Poem by Michelle Parsons

One perfect girl, one perfect child,
Beaten by words, far from mild,
Ridden to her home, to study at day,
Much to her mothers’ disgust and dismay.
Cruel names from children, who don’t comprehend,
Foods her existence, her one and only friend,

One perfect girl, one perfect child,
Who feels inadequate, for this weight she’s compiled,
Her slim slender mother looks down her snout,
Revolted by her, but wont help her out,
Instead she takes side, with the infants she fled,
Though her words cut deeper, and restate in her head.

One perfect girl, one perfect child,
Silently weeps, in a turbulent life so wild,
It makes no difference, how loud she would sob,
How big her tears are, how her head shall throb,
Her mother hears her, but does not listen,
Sees through the reflection, on her cheeks that glisten.

One perfect girl, one perfect child,
Lived in suffering and seldom smiled,
Her cold hearted mother, now shows remorse,
Falls down to her knees and screams herself hoarse,
Now silently beside her only daughter,
She realises it was her, that lead to this slaughter.

One perfect girl, one perfect child,
That she verbally abused and brutally reviled,
Now lays down, with no more fear,
Neither any further binges, nor one more tear,
Six feet under now, her body is hidden,
But that of her mother, she has not forgiven.