I stand naked in front of the mirror
I hate it
That feeling of emptiness
Like something is missing
A piece to the puzzle
All you want is to make sense
Of why everything feels wrong
I squeeze my chest together
Oh, there they are
I run my hands along my hips
Flat
My eyes make it to my *****
I hate it
“you’ll never be a woman with a *****”
His words echo in my mind
-O.D.Inn