Paranoia - Imperfect Prose

Terrible Tory Girl interrupts her political rants to bring her readers a paranoid poem.



Paronoia

Daddy never came,
for daughter lame,
her jaundiced grin,
and smoker's skin,
still left to claim.

In army stalls,
and military walls,
the child never knew,
her daddy to
bother and call.


Years that passed,
in hall and class,
with jibes of weight,
and food she ate,
and choice of eye glass.

In mirror she saw,
a hundred flaws,
a crooked nose
and drooping toes,
fit with gaping maw.

She thought she heard,
her appearance slurred,
on radio and street,
by men yet to meet,
a girl so stirred.

In vain and strife,
she cut short life,
gulping white pills,
for breath to still,
blood became rife.

With tearful plea,
mum sat by knee,
held in sad arms.
noting self harm,
as soul set free.

In death mum sighed,
she n'er lost pride.
Knelt by grave,
with one last wave,
she fell and died.