broken bikes

of expectations

she wants to be thin

not because of the models in magazines,

and not because of the TV stars,

but because she wishes nothing more

than to fit into the narrow mindset

that is society

she wants to slip through

the tiny crack

in the tight walls

that form the borders

of society's

approval

and maybe the slits

that eyes form

when they see her

are nothing

compared to the slits

that pattern her frail wrists

her mind has transformed

into something like

a photo copier,

a device that will churn out

emotions and thoughts and decisions and opinions

exactly like everyone else's

she is nothing more

than a carbon copy

of society's expectations,

a sheet of paper

struggling to find

the gap between mindsets