I step left when told,
I get scolded for stepping wrong.
I open my mouth and yet,
They stuff it full with salty words.
I lift my shirt to change,
But I'm stung by their eyes of disapproval.
I look in the mirror and still,
Their thoughts burn through my face.
They Remain
I step left when told,
I get scolded for stepping wrong.
I open my mouth and yet,
They stuff it full with salty words.
I lift my shirt to change,
But I'm stung by their eyes of disapproval.
I look in the mirror and still,
Their thoughts burn through my face.