xenophobia Blog and Journals

The sliver of what used to be a dream,kept alive in that dark corner of your mind

where nightmares come from

on Lonely nights.

Ground to dust beneath their feet.

Nameless.

Faceless.

They float by,like ghosts.

Expect you to do the same.

But you just can't,can you.

Had to open your mouth.

Poor Little Sister.

Doesn't know quite what to make of this candy colored world.

So Life is a box of chocolates,hmmm?

Why didn't anyone bother to teach you to watch out.

Life isn't all good,Little Girl.

Sometimes you'll get your cream filling.

Life is sweet. 

The world's on your side.

And sometimes it smells like almonds.

So used to pretty colors and tasty flavors,you dive in

to the bitter cyanide that our world's become.

But worse than that is how whenever you can't hold it in any longer.

The horrible feeling of wading through syrup as you fight the tide.

It's written off as 'Women's Troubles'.

Got questions?

Take Midol.

Got energy?

Take a sedative.

Had a bad day?

Get some caffiene.

Uppers.Downers.Things to get you back to normal after the uppers.. Things to get you back up after the downers. Pep pills. Anti-depressants.

And it isn't just the drugs.

You'e got to be perfect inside and out.

Tummy tuck. Boob job. Leg-lengtheners. Lipo. Rhinoplasty. Eyelid shaping. Eyebrow wax. Moisturizer. Anti-oilers. Cover-up. Foundation. Eyeliner. Lip-liner. Lip-plumper.

Not that I haven't fallen for MAC's siren call.

But watch yourself,Little Sister.

There's more than one kind of addict.