A mirror, a reflection of the body ive been forced into. A reflection to remind me that when people look at me their instincts kick in and they call me she. My visible bone structure, my rosy cheeks, long eyelashes, chest, tiny waist, my feminin face, delicate skin and fragile body. Everyone tells me they want to be me, look like me. Internally i scream, i just want to yell for them to take it. Take me out of this. I just want to be free, get the weight off my chest, become strong enough to look how i feel.
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To be determined.
Poetryrandom writings I do that I dont have enough courage to share with people I know and that im not commited to enough to put in my journal. Never been edited so excuse my grammar.
