blue eyes stare back.
acne prone face, pale.
blonde roots growing in.forever,
i thought i was real.yet,
I was just a mannequin.i can't bear
looking at my mask.the world sees me:
a girl.but inside,
i'm tortured.stuck between what
society accepts
and
what i want.i was daddy's princess.
i was never a prince.i always longed for it,
deep down.but society gagged me
with lies and conformity.i can't stop changes.
they terrorize me,
these truths.perhaps, i'm ready
to be the prince
when everyone expects
a princess.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poetrymy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.