I don't have gills.

I don't have fins or a tail.

I draw in deep breaths that fill

my lungs with its hell.

I can't even tread water

or sink to the deep.

Yet I am the daughter

of aqueous sheep.

Everyone looks at me.

Nobody looks at me.

I look at me

or at least the same me that they see.

I'm surrounded by fins.

I don't like it.

I don't have gills.

I am a fish who cannot breathe in water.