Youthful Weapon
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Is youth really worth the price? For the "youth" daily prompt.

Youthful Weapon

"Please stop!"

"This is for your own good."

The prying and poking, where they really going to help me?

Would the needles and pain actually make a difference in my favor?

"Just think of the end result!"

They tried to reassure me as they plucked and pulled.

Clumps of the old falling to the floor.

They changed me, improved me, fixed me.

But at what expense?

My body now filled with synthetic material.

A project that I doubted I could upkeep.

Though what was done was done, and I now was someone else.

A 'perfect' idea of a woman.

Though nothing felt right.

When I walked, people would stare.

I had to keep a weapon so that I wouldn't become one.

My small apartment become the only place I could be safe.

"You're a danger to others and yourself." They said.

I guess they lied about helping me.

Now I spent my time trying to barricade my door.

To keep out the mobs that try so hard to get in.

If they do, I know that they will change me more than before.

My sanctuary has become a prison.

My face known by millions.

Is this the price to be young?

To look ageless?

To be beautiful?

Because this wasn't a price that I was willing to pay.

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