take the time to know your body
and love your twisted brain

i don’t like the way he looks at me anymore
because it scares me how fast his eyes turned hateful
and my skin is too sensitive to bare the heat
radiating from the sun

and it’s taken me so long to say it without any edge
but i need to find somewhere,
where the air is cleaner
and smiles are softer

and i’ll probably stay here for another year
but i’ve begun to favour bathroom stalls to open fields
filled with sharp kids who cut anyone weaker

and i’ve begun to understand that short
shy girls don’t have to fit in the same mold as everybody else
and i don’t have to break my back for anybody

now that i can breathe
maybe i’ll be alright.