I slumber under a cozy veil,
Dreams unveil many trails,
Each one whispers, calls to me,
Saying it's a wide sea,
And I can choose to be.

But then the morning sun,
Gets me up for my daily run,
The mirror reflects,
No visible status yet.
"No future, no worth,"my mind repeats,
Generations' echoes, in defeat.

"Am I strong enough for the fight?"
Or will I fall in the dead of night?
Their words hitting sharper,
Buried deeper, tearing farther.
A path already chosen for me,
But 'tis not the path I choose for my glee.

My dreams reveal endless roles,
Guiding me toward brighter goals.
But it's not the one I take,
It's moving with no brake.

Another life, I will change,
Living in my own range,
This time no one to force,
And I follow my own course.

The road ahead may be unclear,
But I’ll walk it without fear.
In the silence, I'll find my voice,
A path to follow, a new choice.
No more chains to hold me tight,
I’ll write my story, take my flight.

Imperfection,
he called himself;
his name often popular,
the burden weighed upon his manly-shoulder;
Am I the true successor of this family;

no ****** hair or a mustache meant I was not matured,
my lil’ dreams compared with highly expectations
as I lie trapped in the abyss raised by others;
all of the finance,
the money single-handedly for I have to bring;
the ability to grow a beard;

a good sense-of-style,
a clearcut profile, a handsome young man;
to have a defined set of six-pack-abs,
a fit and strong man not weak and lonely;
I was told to grow up, to not fear;
to not query others;
and I question if I am a uncapable to match this world;

where do I stand amongst’ all;
everyone’s eyes and hearts filled with hopes
that I’d do great and bring the bounty home;
I notice the other men, abusive,
wickedly-thoughts, drinkards;
not all considered like this,
some men were good-hearted and wanted a “change”

so peculiar to clear up this brainwashed society like me;
I promised myself to not be like “them”;
now I grew-up well,
looking back at my thoughts;
time changes and with all the pressure suffocating me,
I broke my promise;
I became like other men…

Imperfection,
she called herself;
her name often tagged,
her beauty was pure;
jealousy and hatred,
the perfect body to adore;
something the sort of tiny and petite;
corsets and their tiny lil’ waists,

thick thighs were not allowed to touch;
as we embrace to look thin,
our features lie not true;
attraction to a perception,
first glance,true love,
judged am I upon my appearance;
pretty privileges;
hair on legs considered manly;

I cannot live in my wrath;
a hoarse voice known not as feminine shall be soften;
scars my experience from what I learned is ugly,
the body like a porcelain doll desired and shapened by men;
what society is this,
the living to which everything is limited,

flat-chested like a wooden board, no ****;
a mole would perhaps enhance my face,
the lips not to tiny, not to big,
just the right for a perfect kiss;
straight hair as plain as can be,
some fair curls to volumize the size;

tiny feet scrutinized to be elegant;
and all those filthy meager lies told by “them”;
to be as “perfect”;
to be that women,
the one all loved and cherished;
the one made by the society,
never have I truly loved myself…

The voice in my head
tempting me to stay in bed,
Just lying there,
Lost in empty air.

But when I awake,
I cannot shake
This feeling to make
Those red marks
On my dusky skin
With the sharp pin.

I know its wrong
And unhealthy,
"I listen to this song"
That breaks me deep within,
"Telling me not commit such sin"

I can't with all this,
But this weight, a twisted bliss,
A silence I can’t dismiss-
Just all bottled up in my head
waiting to be found dead.

I wake up with no purpose
And look at pictures with black rose
My vision's all fuzzy and blurred,
and i feel unheard.

Should i do it again?
This time, cuts remain deeper,
Perhaps a sharper tool for pain.
I drown in tides of my own making,
Waves pulling me under.

And i question: "Am i still living?"
I dream of vanishing,
Fleeting glimpses of another life,
Where joy once danced, free of strife,
A shadow of hope that slips away,
Yet I yearn for it to stay."

I remember slightly,
Not vivid memories,
"Where i was happy",
Living in a state of serenities.

But where is that lost hope
All these emotions i can't cope
A question, echoing in silence,
Waiting for an answer I'll never hear.
Yet I hold onto the faintest light,
Hoping it might draw near.

Normal Human thighs
just grow my insecurity high
from skinny to fat
ugly to pretty
to not having a chest and so called 'flat'

The world and its perspective
always there to judge you
and it all feels blue
If only we were accepted the way we were
Then I wouldn't be compared to the expectations of her

I look in the mirror and
I see a familiar face
trying so hard to cope up
and live in this rat race

She tries so hard to be seen
And now she's a scarred teen
She has always been

And still wonders if she'll ever be free
Free from this wretched place
Maybe one day she will find internal peace
But nothing can diminish
the crystal crease.

Love, love, love
it's like a fallen dove
from thinking of a person
to being heartbroken.

To the feelings i buried deep inside
confession's a fear i cannot hide
The way u see me would change
And the distance remains at a far range.

Each day, Each thought
And i know you'd never be mine
Now i just look and i rot
I couldn't bring us on the same line

Friendship is a beautiful bond,
Yet here I stand, quietly fond.
I drown in words I'll never say,
Afraid they'll make you walk away.

Friendship is a fragile thread
A bond I'll never dare to shred.
I'll bear the ache and keep it near
And let my love stay silent here.

The years will pass by
As i stare into your eye
All of it kept locked
All those words blocked.

Maybe I'll break it
I'll try bit by bit
But now I'll let it rest
All heavy on my chest.