I never knew anything was wrong Until everyone started giving me sympathy. I was a little girl with blinders and two Doll hands that clasped over my ears As they screamed and kicked Through doors and laptops. Now, I keep them tied Above my head, arching chest out first. This is what you left. This is why when you leave, I wrap my arms Around your waist, But I never say I love you. This is why, when I talk to boys, I don't see love until I know Where their hands will fit into the puzzle of my body. I never thought I was damaged until I saw How the other girls can pick and choose And reject warm chests so casually, and I realize that I am greedy. This wasn't an issue while I was strong, But I couldn't lie to myself for that long And there aren't enough body-sized indentions For me to give my weight to. I never thought I would be bitter for all these years Until each day, I never went back.