Birth: a rising, frail, free, fearful flower.
Growing: as a graceful, gorgeous, generous girl
Now A Teenager: natures insecure, scared, used and ready to give up creation
brush off the wilted, dying petals on my sleeves
bees buzzing around my mind
feeling eyes stare at me
judging me
look at this weird, weeping, worrying girl
look at her strange, stupid, shallow body
do you find my shoulders alluring
my knees distracting
or are my ankles too revealing
my arms too misleading
why can't I go back to that frail, free fearful flower
in ways I'm still fearful
I'm fearful, tearful, regretful
A symbol an object for male eyes to critique because i must be perfect
A test subject for your own gain
Must i inject myself with chemicals to be beautiful just for you
Must i forget myself just for you
Must i become something I'm not
Something for you to constantly inspect
To pick out my flaws and scars
my cracks and crevices
for you to attack and unpack
I'm nothing but a wilting, worrying, worthless thorny rose
A rose who protects herself with her sharp thorns for teeth
A rose that is so delicate even the siltiest wrong move will cause destruction
But you..
You are a strong, sharp, sneaky cactus
Ready to cut me into a million pieces
Just because you can.
YOU ARE READING
my little poems x thoughts
Poetryjust some things I think about and poems :) I'm not a pro, these are just things I've written for fun. some of these poems might be triggering so if there is a trigger warning sign please be mindful of your well-being and mental health.
