Here,
Take this uncomfortable and
wrap it around your body
Fold your tongue in half for all the times you are silenced
This sculpture of bones and
weight shifted uneven,
these newfound curves are landmines
Chest,
a weapon attached at all times
Too much attention drawn unwanted
Her skin is a canvas where
she paints her demons tangible and
wears each one to face an audience of mockery
A voice nasal and high,
an excess of feelings,
being too much all the time
The hardest years are between
13 and
18
yet
we laugh at their misery like these wars require no effort but
surviving in a world playing enemy is not easy when
your existence is the punch-line to every joke
Tell me,
how much do you know about living as anyone else but yourself?