Dress Up

I tried on dress after dress

Pleading with the mirror

Am I pretty?

Beg

Coloring myself in bright colors

Appeasing to watchful eyes

Shaping myself desperately into each silhouette

Disappearing

in mountains of fabric

Because I know

A girl is only pretty when hidden

Only acceptable

It has been drilled into my brain

Cut in stone

Knife in flesh

Blood red desire

Projected onto a pretty face

A slimming dress

Distract me from my loneliness

Let it be easy to forget myself

Loose everything in my self pity

Let me be pretty

What else is there to be?