I stand in front of the mirror,
Not used to what I see.
Because I’m a child,
In a woman’s body.
I used to be skinny,
Straight up and down.
I’ve sprouted a chest,
And a frown.
I don’t understand,
Why I have these hips.
I’m really worried,
About my angry fits.
I’d give anything,
To be a child again.
To have self-esteem,
At the age of eleven.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 1:17 PM UTC
I stand in front of the mirror,
Not used to what I see.
Because I’m a child,
In a woman’s body.
I used to be skinny,
Straight up and down.
I’ve sprouted a chest,
And a frown.
I don’t understand,
Why I have these hips.
I’m really worried,
About my angry fits.
I’d give anything,
To be a child again.
To have self-esteem,
At the age of eleven.
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