The Mold Poem by McKennaKate Gaudio

Attempting to do everything she is told.
Desperately trying to fit societies mold.
When she straightens her posture,
No one knows what it cost her.
To become the definition
Of what everyone calls perfection.

Months ago she was happy with her self,
But this world has turned her into somebody else.

She still holds herself with excellent poise,
Until the shower comes on to drowned out the noise.
The gagging and choking as she coughs it all up,
But with her families sleep she tries not to disrupt

She knows it will never be enough,
But she still try's to go out and act tough

'I'll never be happy.' Is all she can say
To everyone else she says she's okay.

She knows she's messed up, but to get help would make it worse.
So she lives on depressed, with this awful curse.