Restless

Things are good, but good is worn out.
This search for something bigger and better,
is that possible?
I feel so average.
I feel the glass ceiling- have I always?
This cringing feeling in my heart.
As though it's twisting my muscles and eating my soul.

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When I weigh 110 I'll be happy..
When I weigh 105 I'll be happy..
When my hair grows to my hips I'll be beautiful..
When my teeth are white I'll be beautiful
When I get this item of clothing people will notice.
People will notice.

Wishful thinking.
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