Under The Knife

• Bella Ceballos, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

You notice every single mistake
Every wrinkle, every spot
You hate every inch on your body
And you wonder whether or not
Should I go under the knife?
Your dosed with drugs
And put to sleep
Your mind goes blank
But in the back you weep
Should I go under the knife?
You wake up feeling new
Your skin so tense and tight
But deep down you still know
That before you were right...
Should've I gone under the knife?
No.