She walks into the room,
All eyes turn to her,
Her hair shines like velvet,
Her sparkling eyes like stars in a black atmosphere.They mutter among themselves,
Say she's slutty, wears too much makeup,
Her top is too low, skirt too high,
They hate her for that.Internet tells her to be herself,
But when she is, those same post hateful comments,
Her boots are too high
Your makeup is too 'goth'.'It ruins your skin'
'You shouldn't wear so much',
'You wear more makeup
And less clothes.'They pretend to care
That it'll ruin her skin,
When all this time before,
They laughed at her pimple.Society pressurises her,
Tells her this is wrong
That is right, but she bounces it
Off with a shining smile.-A girl who has to dress decently for the sake of boys gaping at her like she is another type of species.
YOU ARE READING
Asymmetrical
PoetryAfter all, we're all chipped from here and there, losing our symmetry in the process.