Her real confidence can make the thorns shriek
Her grace, make the roses bloom for weeks
But ofcourse, she's dwelling in her awkward fears
She woke up everyday in a box with her 'perfect peers'

Sit up, talk dont taunt, oh please learn to take a joke
Maybe wear something else, what's wrong with your face
Oh no, another poem on girl problems, that topic's broke
Just like the concept of personality in the 'human' race

Yes, sure, in this little world there are bigger issues at hand
But won't you please believe, maybe they are all intertwined
Especially when she's not paid as much for her added poise
Especially when she's not even spoken & you muffed her voice